ON SIMPLICITY IN WRITING

  I like a thing simple but it must be simple through complication. Everything must come into your scheme, otherwise you cannot achieve real simplicity. Stein as an advocacy of simplicity is a little paradoxical. This is the woman that wrote lines like, “A feather is trimmed, it is trimmed by the light and the…

Stories in Short #16 (When I was Ten)

When I was ten I found my big brother crying on the stairs. I asked him what was wrong but he looked up at me in shock like I’d caught him masturbating and scrambled up the stairs, to the room I was never meant to enter. I told my Mum. She said that boys cry,…

Feature Sunday #2

~ bus station poem ( a real-life scribble ) … at bay twenty’s human zoo patience – stations queues for queues old folk natter that & this odd folk they write shit like this un… Source: bus station poem This week I’ve chosen to feature another poet, one I discovered just this week. One poem…

Mr Tokida’s Lament: extended, part two

Original Prompt Part One – Mr. Tokida takes the bus home. His eyes are still red. He’d checked in the bathroom mirror before he left the school. A boy, probably in his first year, watched him, washing his hands, wondering why Mr. Tokida was crying into the sink. On the bus the driver asks where…

Mr. Tokida’s Lament: extended

Read part one here. _ Mr. Tokida sat back on his chair and put his hands on the desk, palms flat to the surface. Under his fingers, the wood, oak, feels sturdy and real, tangible, anchoring him to this moment in time, a flat plane, stretching endlessly into infinity. Time. Mrs. Burrows – Susan, her…