Our beat and all the textures of our skin belong to us more than anything we own but we own many things. It’s strange how much they look like us. In ink, I can see who I am and what bits of me belong, clipped raven black, in ink. The dark tide sneaks up, whispering […]
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Simon
He took photos of them. He took photos of them as, childlike, they drifted into incomprehensibility the moment their eyes shut and mind slackened. He took photos of them during the seconds when they became something else, beautifully blank nonentities. There was a kind of sincerity to be found in these people during the night, […]
A Night for Strangers
Night falls, further than usual. An army of Chinese lanterns constellates above you. Streetlights are brighter than the moon. Step on neighbourhood leaves. A shaky glance down the alley: a frog looks back. Walk into tomorrow’s cobwebs; thank the car that almost hit you, headlights like a sun that rose for you alone, looked you […]
The Last House at Kinnaird Head
Old age had not been slow as it worked its way into Marjorie’s bones. Instead, it had stood like a fisherman in a loch and waited till he could hook and reel her in. She was his prize catch. It seemed to the town that one day she was down by the harbour in her […]
2 poems
The scarlet hour fades, We pack up party dresses And untangle pearls Before shedding our ballroom skin…
Bathtime
PART I ANGHAARD Rexic ropes dangle huge slabby Severnbridge, ready to snap, slump into fekkish water. we legdeep in riverbank, trudge on, mud lessen, water more. last, Ryun Adler say far enough. Kellee Mucbryd, me stand apart, face each other. Ryuns body shake, eyes wide. he fear, he know his say can end a life, […]
About That Dragon
“So. About that dragon.” Wizard Blank could see a gleam of firelight as one of Marky’s eyes opened. A fringe of lashes tinted orange. Blank felt his lips thin. He looked around his pupil’s kitchen, which was flagstone and sweated with a cauldron of soup. Two chairs panted either side of the table, scabby and […]
Gareth Bale’s Boots
‘Budi!’ Rochy is shouting because the machines are really loud today. Apparently we’re behind on a big order so all the stations are working at full speed. ‘What?’ ‘Did you know that the top footballers only wear a pair of boots three times?’ ‘No – is that true?’ ‘Yeah, they wear them for two training […]
You Promised
You promised Walking home from school, the roads are quiet so I climb into your car as it passes by out of the blue. We drive along the angry road laughing at the cowards who crouch beneath the lion rather than hunting him, letting you and I walk around as ghosts. The lion walks in […]
The Barbie Slasher
‘The theme here is the mutilation of young girls … the doll symbolizes a child’ – Dr Fred Berlin, Chicago Tribune, February 11th 1993 Did you read the Tuscaloosa News in January 1993? Below the weather report, above the lottery, was an article on an incident in the Erie city Sandusky. The Press urged the […]