S C E N E

Man in a poncho Blue  jumper Stains on the sleeve Waft of tobacco Black grey greasy hair Franticly twisting his hair into curls with both hands Annie. Morrisey. A mop. A shaggy dog. Wide-eyed. Unshaven. Something at the window catches him. He sees me staring at his eyes in the window. Flinching. Scratching. Curling his […]

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Easter Sunday

Quiet roads Easy parking Lunch has been eaten Brunch has been eaten Coffee And Cake Have been drunk And Eaten. Heavy feet tramp The muddy leaves Past the canal Past the cast away bottles Past the tossed crisp packets Past the Tesco’s shopping trolley. The sun reflects off These like stars in water. A ghost […]

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Sleepless

The knocking in my head. Mother knocks on the door, – go to sleep. The dripping tap. Sweat overflows from the body as when Red wine is poured into glass. A yellow river flows through the creases, Spread like the feathers of a peacock. Lying on a hot beach smothered in sunscreen. Or catching, behind […]

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“Rejected Adresses”

“Rejected Adresses”  The bottles, glasses and light bulbs were all indistinguishable from each other. All shone bright. The woman in the red sequined dress walked on her heels like a tightrope, towards the square red chairs laid out in a right angle formation. Already occupying two of these seats, leaving a space in between, were […]

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A clueless image

He pulled the trigger back Like moving a piece into check. Slapping the air as it dived, The bullet jumped Over Reaching clouds of men. Hammering through the skin like a nail A tiny whole in the hand that, Like a photo frame, was hung up in the air Calling over to his friend for reinforcement.

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Mrs Rochester

Watch through the gloom, my right sole rub One step forward. Watch the left foot, bloodied Trail. I turn. One step forward. Watch the left Foot trail. Turn. Step. trail. TURN. STEP. TRAIL … My neck burns, watching rows of Ants scuttle past leftrightleftrightleftrightleftrightleftright Through locks of black hair draped over my face Like a […]

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