hand across your face
walk, smelly lady hand across your face run, smelly lady your past is in your pocket she smells like lager and tears.
walk, smelly lady hand across your face run, smelly lady your past is in your pocket she smells like lager and tears.
One of the many alleyways of the old Roman town in Split, Croatia. Here, people still live in the ruins, and the stones are worn smooth by millennia of feet.
(13) It’s twelve o’clock on Monday afternoon and a swarm of suits from Howel’s Insurance spill out onto the street for lunch. Women slip into trainers and light cigarettes whilst the men watch and light their own. I duck and weave between the mass hoping that Christian doesn’t spot me from his penthouse office. Christian…
I’m going to Vietnam for just over two weeks. Expect food, photography and poetry when I get back. I’ve scheduled some posts to go up over the two weeks, and if you comment, like or follow, then I promise to get back to you when I return. If you’ve just dropped by, I hope you…
(12) I can see the curve of Kit’s breasts beneath the towel she has wrapped around herself. Water from her hair drips and runs along her neck which I follow into her cleavage like the contours of a map. She catches me staring. “What were you doing in the garden?” she asks. I give it…
DAILY PROMPT: SATED The king sat atop the high chair at the end of the hall. Before him lay a spread of unimaginable gluttony: fat pigs, horses heads, cow’s testicles sauteed in French red wine, the brains of extinct monkeys, the heart of his worst enemy, which he nibbled after every meal, as an aperitif.…
I see so many people writing articles about what to do and what not to do when you’re writing. These may be helpful for a new writer, but it is best to break free of these rules as soon as possible. The very purpose of writing is to break those rules. Stamp on them. Take…
Daily Prompt: CHAOTIC The alarm doesn’t work, because the alarm is broken, it’s always been broken, every now and then someone will say, Isn’t the alarm broken? and we’ll all look at each other and say, yes, yes the alarm is broken, but never do anything about it, because you never expect the alarm to…
(11) I’m sat at the bottom of the garden. It’s early evening and Kit is in the shower. My phone is in my hand clenched in white sweat. There isn’t much time. “Hello, this is Edward Lock from Howel’s Insurance. Am I speaking to Cora Myoko-Smith?” I don’t let her answer, ‘I work for Christian…
Or so says Jill Stein and a group of academics that have, for the last week, been looking into voting irregularities in the swing states Wisconsin, Michigan and Pennsylvania, (these were, amazingly, states that were “intended” for Clinton.) In the another twist in the election tale Stein started a fundraiser to cover the costs of…