JP thinks the WC is aptly named : Writing

All in Stitches

All in Stitches

A Story by JP thinks the WC is aptly..


A work in progress, it's slightly over the prescrived word count and a better ending eludes me.
Eating the Pieces

Eating the Pieces

A Poem by JP thinks the WC is aptly..


Eating pieces of mirror Will not help you to see your inner self No more so than surgically Removingstubborn words from your mouth Will allow you ..
A girl from Khartoum

A girl from Khartoum

A Poem by JP thinks the WC is aptly..


There once was a girl from Khartoum With a fully grown man in her womb She thought, when he dies I will tattoo 'Here Lies____' On the stomach that..
$pending $pree

$pending $pree

A Poem by JP thinks the WC is aptly..


There once was a lady of Wales Who went mad for the January sales There were discounts aplenty But her husband, just twenty Turned grey when he h..
A lady of Chester

A lady of Chester

A Poem by JP thinks the WC is aptly..


There once was a lady of Chester With some parts that had started to fester Her bits had gone rotten From the front to the bottom Now nobody care..
Coastal Musings

Coastal Musings

A Poem by JP thinks the WC is aptly..


I watched the white claws of a wave Trying with futility for purchase on the cliff And I was minded of a sacrifice - The whitehem of a dress boilin..
My tiger, mine

My tiger, mine

A Story by JP thinks the WC is aptly..


‘Adopt a tiger’, that’s what your advert said, 'just £5 a month and it’s yours' Well, not quite But the advert s..
Frenulum

Frenulum

A Poem by JP thinks the WC is aptly..


The frenulum - sounds like an instrument don't it? Something with strings, something brass, no, woodwind But actually it is a string How to play ..
Place Setting (vignettes)

Place Setting (vignettes)

A Story by JP thinks the WC is aptly..


I) Here comes Tom, he knows what time it is – he’s late but maybe not late enough because she’s not even concerned yet. ‘..
Haiku I

Haiku I

A Poem by JP thinks the WC is aptly..


raindrop from a bough drives away the cicada long after the storm