Tromsdalen
There was a time when a small shack, – unused in decades – stood here, shaking under a barrage of wind and hail; door barely hanging on by it’s friable rust devoured hinges; charged … Continue reading
ursus maritimus
Her head low and eyes fixed on mine. Loping from floe to sea to dolerite schist; crackling on the lime rich shore; following stale musk. Per shakes my … Continue reading
three
i have walked for nearly thirty miles and yet lack the courage to pass through the sap sticky firs and on to other soil there is no mark no … Continue reading
Goodbye Sean
That day, a would-be princess dressed in jaundiced rags, roaring with tropical anger, masked the sound of the telephone ringing. Samuel Beckett’s voice-mail, all blink-light urgent, and with increasing … Continue reading
Rockall Sketches
1. Storm flirting kittywakes plummet as waves dance a reckless saltarello around the bluff islet. Luttering brine and summer squalls engulf. 2. Hasslewood hides – tooth rotten in the gum. … Continue reading
Lullaby
The frenetic signal lost from Luxembourg at 0045 hours nightly, gave me time to retune the transistor to the long wave, ghost whining of empty air. White mono earphone … Continue reading
Laithe
The far barn was off limits; a mantra drummed into us from the day we moved in. No access to be had beyond the rotting stiles and snow weathered … Continue reading
Hotel. Birmingham 19.8.17 (03:17am: I Am Insomnia’s Bitch)
Sitting by the threadbare curtains, looking over the illuminated building works, from the fourth floor, waiting for something interesting to happen. Birmingham sleeps, but a drunken Mancunian does not. … Continue reading
Hotel. Birmingham. 18.8.17. (The Treachery of Mirrors)
The first non-Kelvin based writing I’ve done in about seven months. Be gentle, I;m still not awake. Hotel. Birmingham. 18.8.17. (The Treachery of Mirrors) It’s 6:15 and … Continue reading
Seeds
With the battle lost, the remnants, ground down, were used as hardcore for roads, built to bolster shiny new tram lines that rush people past the ‘dozer razed haunt, with … Continue reading
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