Author Archives: Brad

About Brad

Braden Karl Frederiksen still has the small wooden treasure chest that his evil Grandmother gave him for his 8th Christmas. He can't recall how old he was when he locked the key inside nor how he locked it in there. He occasionally gives it a rattle and wonders what's making that other sound.

Happy Halloween Leonardo da Vinci

Vitruvian Man  with Sparkling Water


Found Poem

Tired of being in constant danger? Take yourself off to the Danger Shooting Range, and pop a few caps in it.

Tired of being in constant danger? Take yourself off to the Danger Shooting Range, and pop a few caps in it.


Serious poem

Wrote a self-fulfilling poem about a serious poem competing with sprinkles from on high of teensy snow white flower petals for its author’s undivided attention realising with dismay that it would never see the light of day, but being unable to stifle a childish chuckle at the one that looked like a pair of butt cheeks.


Three Haiku

Biggest toad in the puddle
table topped into the beef tea;
hahahahahahaha

First day of spring:
you polish the silverware, I
hang spoons from my nose.

Rattle, rattle, rattle…
lip smack;
Yahtzee!


Scruffy

guy in the McDonald’s carpark
sitting on your haunches
at your mate’s open car
passenger doorway
scanning me up and down
as I pass
narrow slits emitting dark
hostilities for eyes.

Chew with your mouth closed.


I have a tendency to attract weirdos when I travel to remote places alone, but this one today might have just taken the cake.

Looks peaceful enough for a rest, yes?

Manildra Rest Zone

Ummm… wait on a minute!

WTF 1

I’m not even going to speculate. Let’s just move on shall we, Vincent?


Moth at the window

Moth at the window:
do you want to lie low,
or hug?

moth at the window