stevedeslacs (25)in #poem • 9 years agoA Sort of Mental Squint on Hope StreetA poem is a plank, it’s tough and sexy, an earmuff. You can fly through the air, or dig a hole with it. See…stevedeslacs (25)in #madness • 9 years agoThe Mad Dog and the FigsIt was poor country with barely enough grazing for the meagre flocks of sheep upon which the people relied for so many…stevedeslacs (25)in #peacekeeping • 9 years agoIn the Flash of an EyeThe blast obliterated his senses. As he started to claw his way out of the blind and numb blackness back towards a…stevedeslacs (25)in #space • 9 years agoA Final Letter from Mars - Being the Transcript of Ross Ellenson's Last Broadcast to EarthThe other day I was walking down Armstrong Boulevard, stopping every now and again to pass the time of day with…