Prunes can't save me now

Prunes can't save me now

by lordpeterofquelch

Sitting there being constipated is Like keeping a caterpillar caught in vice grip, Like trying to push a quarter through a wall of concrete, Like trying to fire a gun without a trigger, Like trying to keep 5 gallons of fluid in a leather canteen,...

The thief

The thief
by lordpeterofquelch

A couple of weeks ago, I was reading through a book of photography by Marc Riboud. When I came across the image you see here, it inspired such a story, I had to write it down at once. Enjoy.

Ode to my polka dot socks

Ode to my polka dot socks

by lordpeterofquelch

Oh polka dot socks
So funky fresh
So purple pink and blue...

Monster

Monster

by lordpeterofquelch

Brought to you by the 6 year old brat in the Vancouver public library screaming and yelling for no apparent reason

Scrolling

Scrolling

by lordpeterofquelch

This poem was brought to you by the bad habits of Peter