The Green Nutter Paul F Walsh The Green Nutter I hear them mutter and yet they cannot see that everything she says or does is in the beauty of a tree The Green Nutter I hear them cry and yet they cannot hear that everything they say or do is in
woke Paul F Walsh It was during the K9 virus pandemic that we made a momentous decision. No less a doggo than Lord Staffador, Chester the Jester himself, had suggested that we purchase a companion human from the Lost Humans Home. Being an Irish wolfhound named Michael Collins and a Mexican chihuahua named Pancho
Alan Paul F Walsh Alan hated school with a passion. School sucked. School was so far behind his own thinking, and school clearly wanted to keep him harnessed to a past that was no longer relevant. Even the school uniform was a statement of just how uniform the school expected him to
Inversion Paul F Walsh The inversion pandemic was truly terrifying. Intelligent people became dumb while dumb people became intelligent. Rich people became poor while poor people became rich. But would the right-wing, conservative, capitalist government become a left-wing, progressive, socialist government? That was the question on
The Dreamtime by Paul F Walsh The new Prime Minister of Australia is an Aboriginal woman. She has a vision for her country that is beyond politics. Her dreaming comes from the land itself. Her dreaming is informed by the smoke and fires, by the kookaburras and koalas, by the kangaroos and goannas and
Koala Town by Paul F Walsh Santa’s sleigh is barely visible through the choking smoke. Santa is wearing a respirator over his flowing beard, and he can’t see where he’s going. Santa’s sleigh is being guided by snoutnav. Chester the Jester is an unusual reindeer. He’s a shape-shifter like his companion Merlin the Magnificat.
Lady Buckethead and The Goddess of Storms by Paul F Walsh I knew that Joe was dead. The hospice sister had phoned me at 3am. I ducked into the chapel five hours later to have a word with the god that Joe didn’t believe in. Morning sun filtered through the stained glass. A rainbow
A MURDER by Paul F Walsh When Susan and I arrive at Planet Fitness, a murder is not premeditated. We are too busy meditating on number plates in the car park. We are parked between BBC and CNN. Clearly our arrival is newsworthy on this foggy fitness morning. Susan enters the Quonset building,
ROTUNDA FORTUNAE by PAUL F WALSH I’m not a Lambton lad or lass, but I am a Lambton legend. Indeed, it could be said that the entire township rotates around me. I’m 128 years old, but I long to be 228 years old, and, to understand that longing, you’d need to know of what
A Novella by Paul F Walsh for Sam and The Beast Dramatis Personae Sam a dog with an unknown past Cicero a cat with a well-known past The noble senators readers and listeners of this wagging tale The Laman Street figs fourteen living as one Veritas the goddess of truth The bottlebrush a urinary associate