Twelve Shitty Acres.

1 Time passed like what it does waiting for dinner to cook and then PING, one day, a Tuesday or a Monday or something, the ugly folk of Twelve Shitty Acres got a break. One of them, an orange coloured dolly who went by the name of Lil-Let, came home with a little stapled book. … Continue reading Twelve Shitty Acres. →

#NaShiHaiKuMo2022 Day 1!

Mikado Spittle.

Dear Reader, as you may be aware, April is National Shit Haiku Month. Who knows from whence these notions emerge? They are rumoured to rise out of the amber east, from gloried, morning dreams. I've heard it said that they are of the lozenged ether and this I am happy to believe. I don't recall … Continue reading Mikado Spittle. →