by Chris Green | Apr 13, 2010 | Poetry
Ma might but Da won’t! “Reconstituted tar!” “Arse gravy!” “Gearbox grease!” “Ships’ bottom anti-fouling!” Marmite, Marmite, my delight; Frightfully black and sharp; Laidback zinc, thickly salty, Blackly-inky,...
by Chris Green | Apr 13, 2010 | Poetry
I Chrysanthemum in pink-sleeved petals, green leaves cushioning; framing.
by Chris Green | Jan 27, 2009 | Stories
Neigh! Neigh! Oddenstein: “Come back with my horse, that’s the last bit of voice I’ve got left.” Monument having tripped and concertina-ed over a gnomon: “What a grumpy looking gnome.” Gnomon: “Speak for yourself, sunshine, if...
by Chris Green | Jan 26, 2009 | Stories
An Introduction to A Portrait of The Autist as a Young Man To think at the deepest level is to stop thinking and to experience thought at a spiritual level. I look to my genes and see that I share 50% of my DNA with that of a banana, truly I have a vegetable being...
by Chris Green | Dec 19, 2008 | Poetry
What is a flag? Some pieces of rag, Some colours sewn all together; An ensign; a place to gather. What is a flag? Rolled cloth in a bag, A great ship’s battle ensign Or only a printed sign? What is a flag? In honour’s brag We stand and fight In pride and might. What...
