Dave was having a bad day: he had opened his eyes that morning and he was still alive. But things started to look up and/or down and perhaps several times leeward when he discovered he was no longer on the same planet as when he had gone to bed. Well, collapsed naked on the street. The god of the planet Glix wasn't having a terribly good millennium, either. Owing to a severe miscalculation on His behalf, the prophets' declaration of a 'Great Flood' had in fact been a leaking drainpipe, and the people of Glix had started eating each other. All through the streets of an alternate Britain, a...

Eclectic poetry dealing with the passionate extremes of modern life.