Damon Nazareth, a man drawn to killing his own kind for personal gain, has little time to consider death, divine retribution or purgatory. They are a given: occupational hazards, meaningless. Offers of redemption, therefore, in common with miracles, are neither likely nor expected. Basically, they don't exist. Fair enough. So, when a demon in the guise of a deceased 1960's New York gangster crops up touting such an offer there'd be no point in listening, would there? Just walk away... A sound plan, except for one irritating problem: shaking off the attentions of a supernatural creature can...

My name is Jeremiah Clock. Yes, I know - Tick Tock, Tick Tock. Very funny. I was a corporate executive until I opted for early retirement. Now I ice cakes. Funnier still? Well, not to worry. All that's changed. My neighbour's wife disappeared recently only to be replaced by a half-dead doppelganger. Oh, and by the way, they were 'soft porn' talent scouts - worth a mention, I suppose. On top of all that, I've acquired a new apprentice to fret over - don't want her to get involved. Too dangerous. Any hope of a peaceful life vanished when a whirlpool of murder, manipulation and madness swallowed...

For those of us who still appreciate a little rhyme in our poetry, 'Rhymings of a Disintegrating Mind' is an eclectic compilation of over 60 poems taken from the collections, 'The Rhyme Room', 'The Lost Property Window' and 'The Fallen' series of poetry and prose. It also includes poems from the Part-time Poets' other works of ficton and their web site. For simplicity, and hopefully for the convenience of the reader, the poems have been loosely categorised under the following headings: 'morbid thoughts', life's like that', 'smile, smile, smile...', 'love - lost and found', and 'real or...