Reginald. That’s my name. I’m a whale. A big old whale. Oooooooooooooooooorrrwh. Just yesterday I saw two dolphins, eighty tuna fish and sixty jellyfish get scooped up in a man-net. Men eat dolphins because they think that they taste like kindness. Men eat dolphins because they think dolphins are like them. Tuna fish are not…
Mrs. Crew lived in a bungalow by herself on Croombe Road. By herself, with a parrot. I had seen the parrot through the window. I heard it ringing, ring, ring, like a telephonic device. I heard it through the letterbox. On Tuesdays Mrs. Crew was visited by a nurse. From the nurse I learned Mrs.…
The thing you wrote today might suck. The thing you write tomorrow might suck. The thing you might write next week, after writing something every day that sucks, might suck. And you know what? None of it matters. I can already hear all of the words you are going to say. They are coming from…
I think artichoke hearts are my favourite food. That’s not a lie. The way they crunch, and are not crunchy. They make the perfect topping on toast. White. Not brown. I just cannot stand brown toast. The colour. Brown. It reminds me of my darkest secret. A secret I can’t say. A secret so dark…
When I walk down the road I like to smell people as they pass. I do. Not obviously. Not right in their face. Sniff. I like to smell the waft they leave behind when they walk past. People at the Tuesday market smell like cigarettes and poo. Sometimes I smell mothballs, or urine. Nothing like…
Rudimentary drawings show humans have always loved touching each other.
Five people in a luxury car caught up in a grand, sad sadness of leather seats and smooth wheels with tires scientifically certified millimetre perfect tires that blink at the rocks and the twigs and leaves. Ogun State, guns. Printers printing guns. Machines and Zeus, ruler and fondler of the world: the world and all…
Seal Matches 