The Geecologist

A Century Later

A Century Later

Jan 28, 2017 | Fiction, Poetry | 0 comments

The school-bell is a call to battle, every step to class, a step into the firing-line. Here is the target, fine skin at the temple, cheek still rounded from being fifteen. Surrendered, surrounded, she takes the bullet in the head and walks on. The missile cuts a...
Blood not paint

Blood not paint

Sep 26, 2009 | Fiction | 0 comments

They held up a stone. I said, ‘Stone.’ Smiling they said, ‘Stone.’ They showed me a tree. I said, ‘Tree.’ Smiling they said, ‘Tree.’ They shed a man’s blood. I said, ‘Blood.’ Smiling they said,...