“I’m anxious.” I know you are. I walk behind you because if I walked in front of you you’d lose me and you’d get angry. There’s no point trying to negotiate. You think about the children, not you and I. Maybe it’s because you’re divorced, guilty, you keep me out all…
CHICKEN SHOP CHICKEN SHOP STOP IT STOP IT YOU’RE MAKING MY CHILD FAT.
I’m very hungry. This is a table. Is this a fast train? Why is not moving? It’s moving. Why are we not eating if this is a table? A mother sits on her phone instead of talking to her four-year-old son. I catch the little boy’s eye and he looks fed-up. Like he has…
Everybody is an excuse maker. I won’t blog today because I have work in a few hours and I want to vegetate. I won’t tidy up the kitchen because I already cleaned it yesterday (and anyway it’s not that messy, the bin smells but I know that it’s the chicken from three days ago. I…
Christmas is not a new idea. The Romans held celebratory winter feasts and gave each other gifts 2,000 years ago. Hanukkah is a celebration of a victorious battle over 2,100 years ago. Ramadan marks the month that the prophet Mohammed had the holy book revealed to him by God. Other cultures, such as the Chinese,…
rolly cigarettes on a park bench you tell me that we shouldn’t be smoking smoking is bad for the heart folding picnic chairs and spoiled sandwiches you tell me that we shouldn’t be out when the clouds are grey grey cloud means rain dirty plates and greasy pound notes you tell me that…
I used to despise poetry. I refused to read it, let alone write it. For three years I studied poetry at university, because for whatever reason, I was half decent at analysing the stuff. Plagued by “this happens because of this,” or, “don’t write that, you can’t do that in a poem unless you’re experienced,”…
Alders are very suited to the site they like the wet ground. Rattling train song. Echoes of a pneumatic drill, machine-gun fire. Monetize the wild, the felled trees, butterfly souls, we are greedy, we eat too much. Lech, the ruins of a firework fire. A single peg on a scrubs arm,…
Frog with orange hair sat in the tub by the window. Stop watching me. You will only make me blush. Frog with orange hair do not make me blush. I become gas clouds behind sun. Frog with orange hair watch me turn around. I can’t face you. I will only make you blush.
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…
Seal Matches 