Black Dog v Tulip Dance

Light-lidded sleep eludes me. Last night’s sleep was angry. I was shouting, shouting at the Black Dog; shouting at the Black Dog for making up lies. In the morning, I saw that the canine teeth were just the yellow, brown-stained fangs of an unbrushed-tyrannical humanoid. A man not a man; an invention, programmed to cling…

Falling Through

‘Teddy’ image courtesy of Pixabay.com Was anyone looking when I fell through my brain, fell out of the bottom and down my throat into my stomach? Did anyone help when I tried to climb back up and away from the swirling quagmire but fell back down? Will anyone know that I am still here standing,…