The Geecologist

The Sense of An Ending

The Sense of An Ending

Aug 9, 2026 | Fiction | 0 comments

That afternoon, he handed out a poem with no title, date or author’s name, gave us ten minutes to study it, then asked for our responses. ‘Shall we start with you, Finn? Put simply, what would you say this poem is about?’ Adrian looked up from his desk. ‘Eros and...
Feelings

Feelings

Dec 14, 2024 | Fiction, Poetry | 0 comments

There must be a wound!No one can be this hurtand not bleed. How could she injure me so?No marksNo bruises Worse!People say ‘My, you’re looking well’…..God help me!She’s mummified me -ALIVE!
What Kind of Times Are These?

What Kind of Times Are These?

Jun 29, 2024 | Fiction, Poetry | 0 comments

There’s a place between two stands of trees where the grass grows uphill and the old revolutionary road breaks off into shadows near a meeting-house abandoned by the persecuted who disappeared into those shadows. I’ve walked there picking mushrooms at the...
The Drunken Boat

The Drunken Boat

Jul 24, 2021 | Fiction, Poetry

As I was going down impassive Rivers,I no longer felt myself guided by haulers:Yelping redskins had taken them as targetsAnd had nailed them naked to colored stakes. I was indifferent to all crews,The bearer of Flemish wheat or English cottonsWhen with my haulers this...
The Dialogue of Two Snails

The Dialogue of Two Snails

Oct 24, 2020 | Fiction, Poetry | 0 comments

White Snail.- (Silence.) (A young lady with a lace parasol comes along counting her steps. Upon reaching a little brook, she hesitates. Then she jumps.) Black Snail.- (Silence.) (The rat has crossed the river. The bad rat. The rat that devours the tender rootlets.)...