Author Archives: Gerald Shepherd

And so ends another year. I flowed along another road like another river, spent my time on my own in a crowd and then mud walked home, a searchlight hidden in my hat pointing to the stars – I could … Continue reading →

The archer stood on an overhanging rock. I held an arrow to the apple on my head as I drew the curtains before the dawn. Outside the ground had worms, the secret character kept clouds tied to a string and … Continue reading →

The road was ribbon tied in a sad galaxy’s hair; the cosmos a clock without hands. I walked my familiar grey haired trail, bailing out the sinking ship in the surreal theatre of my mind and retaining my bedroom parachute … Continue reading →

I saw a foot but no leg. I blamed the crocodile on the window ledge. The morning was silent until I opened the door to go outside. My shadow having been left inside drinking a lemon and ginger tea and … Continue reading →

A morning like a pirate’s eyepatch. I climb out of the shattered cockpit with a cobweb helmet. The dog headed captain inspected the sea defences before coming onto the wet land; holding the future in one hand and the past … Continue reading →

The master thrower fell out of bed in the middle of the night. He was hiding behind the hedgerow (near Goodworth Clatford it is rumoured) as heavy footsteps echoed up the narrow lane. Trolls with heads at tree height. An … Continue reading →

A life manifested in interaction. I woke in the early hours from a dream. The morning was mild and wet. The tired centurion walked the ramparts with butterfly thoughts in a caterpillar brain – I crossed the bridge wearing a … Continue reading →

In the mirror I spied a frog god with a pyramid head piece; music emerged from below ground like an awakening animal. An angel blew a trumpet in the far distance. By then I was walking down the road carrying … Continue reading →

I was sat in a tea mug thinking about how little time it takes for the tea to go cold. I had a chaise longe on my head with Madame Recamier languidly reclining on it. This was before I walked … Continue reading →

Vampires were on the roof tap dancing, zombies in the basement were staging a boxing contest and the Frankenstein monster was outside my bedroom window hitting himself over the head to see if he was asleep. I wrote all this … Continue reading →