I WANT TO BE AN ALOOF TWENTY-SOMETHING, EVEN IF IT’S A FALLACY

Pallets on a roof, aloof twenty-somethings on their coop-like balconies, bent arms of machinery, many miles from the farms of our ancestry.   Messed up love, kissing on the pavement, rolling in kebab, dancing with someone, everyone, in a cramped bar, water dripping from the ceiling on the bartenders head, a roving hand on your…

Stories in Short #10 – Be Calm, Glassy Eyes

We haven’t sat on the sofa since you left. It was yours. We can’t touch it. For breakfast we all eat Weetabix with box-milk. No one has been to the shop. No one has left the house. There are tears at the bottom of the stairs each morning. We are determined to succeed for you.…

LOVE THIS CHRISTMAS

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,…

Our fortune is unfortunate

This has been a difficult week. I’ve had a lot to catch up on because I’ve been away. These words were the only way I could make sense of some of things that have happened this week. Drying silk smells like the seaside, did you know? A festering smell of fortune. This is their fortune.…

ON HATING POETRY

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,”…

Sunday Musings 20/11/2016

That’s right, tape over your webcam like Zuckerberg does, because the government is on to you, and if it’s not the government, then it’s a greeb in his mum’s basement watching you bash one off to the new Miley Cyrus video. Mrs. “Un-elected” May has just pushed through the most savage surveillance bill in the…

Stories In Short #1

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…