I Can Never Forgive Ann Widdicombe
The day they tore the flats down, a woman dressed in a navy blue uniform with red silk sash – buttons and medals winking with delight in the low … Continue reading
I Saw – Another tale from Kelvin Flats
Twice a day she passes, each time tutting a mantra to banish the monolith. Knowing, as she does, the obvious squalor of it’s subhuman inhabitants. She writes her … Continue reading
My Ex In Anger
My ex, in anger, threw my favourite pyrex pie plate from our eighth floor balcony, hoping to smash it to pieces. But it landed in a tree – lodged between … Continue reading
Circus
Some kids from Barnsley came round with their geography teacher to point and gaze in wonderment and pity the decaying, failed estate. “A lack of planning,” he explained, chest … Continue reading
House Proud (Tales From The Urban Prairie #30)
I’m working on a project based on the flats I used to live in for most of the 80s. The notorious Kelvin Flats of Sheffield. The poem ‘Milk’ is set … Continue reading
Milk
By the time I got there, the walkways, built to accommodate milk floats for the daily pinta, were no longer served by the Express or Unigate. The Presto was cheaper and … Continue reading
The Road to Gentrification
(Written after a conversation with a long-term resident of Stokes Croft, Bristol) Banksy’s been and sprayed the wall with invective and wry situationist drag and pheromones that attract … Continue reading
Fish Wife
More Grimsby stuff. Not sure why Grimsby is holding a sudden fascination, but you go where the inspiration is, I guess. FISH WIFE He climbs from the deck … Continue reading
Stanlow
This is a piece of visual poetry. The text was overlaid onto a picture of Stanlow and apes the night time skyline of the refinery. Unfortunately, wordpress compresses pictures quite substantially. … Continue reading
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