Old lovers on the train

“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…

Stories in Short #11 (Daily Prompt: Gone)

“Close your eyes, son.” The young man closed his eyes. “Take a deep breath.” The young man did. “You are stood on the walls of our city, our home. Beneath your feet is the bulwark of our people, stone built higher and higher, mortar mixed with the¬†blood and tears of our woman, our children. Our…

MAKING EXCUSES

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…

exppppppp.er (forget what you see it’s not important.)

From the badgering treetops To the lowly park bench Four youths Smoking Trees hang like butterfilies from Fillies a hatchery’s rooftop where the butterfly hatcher has poowerful values and lots of children, and poo. Listen to what I’m saying to you Make sense of it, make sense of this, I beg you Because I Can’t.…

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.…