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 […]Read more "S C E N E"
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 […]Read more "Easter Sunday"
Together, running, we jump the queue behind A small blonde girl. A black cap turned backwards. White adidas trainers. Smoke? He takes it from her without hesitation A deep puff, puncturing a small light in the air Like a torch it won’t go out. Mate, this is herbs. He shoves the whole thing, still lit, […]Read more "Drunk dreams"
With a teeter, a totter and a toddle He grabs a handful of sweets. Like a rainbow that appears in a fountain They tumble to the ground, Dropping through the gaps in the hand As a claw machine loses a toy. The dye runs, smudges, smothers his hands, They look like a playground wall. […]Read more "With a teeter, a totter and a toddle"
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 […]Read more "Sleepless"
“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 […]Read more "“Rejected Adresses”"
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.Read more "A clueless image"