Two of the reasons I’m doing a PhD
A Confessional Prose Poem of sorts. i) Martin came by to babysit. I was three and had heard Good Vibrations by the Beach Boys on the radio that morning … Continue reading
Dais
The wrong shoes impede my ascent and I struggle-slip through grass and gorse. The keen thorned shrubs tug on too thin clothes and claw at barely waxed haversack … Continue reading
News, apologies, excitement (slight return)
If I’ve seemed a bit quiet of late, there are a number of good reasons. Firstly, I’ve been chasing up a PhD for myself and after several months, I’ve got … Continue reading
Dungeness – March 9th, 2018.
Brut concrete lines, aged and crinkled, adding ersatz shingles to a saved and solemn beach. Beech gantries lead to stern signposts warning of ripped seas warmed, given unexpected life … Continue reading
Flesh and Feather
Drab brown drag bustling with the snap and jitter of twelve frames a second. Squabble tweedling with dickering kin scrabble-flickering for errant grain. The farmers sons with .22 strength … Continue reading
Carrot
There is a car rot on the lawn; the on ly ev idence that we once had snow. Win … Continue reading
Lullaby
The frenetic signal lost from Luxemburg at 0045 hours nightly, gave me time to retune the transistor radio to the long wave, ghost whining of empty air. White mono … Continue reading
Camille
Sweat and hands and passion shape an uncarved block in his name; his reputation ensured by your devotion. Each success bruising her affection. Each denial inflaming her desire. … Continue reading
Hastings Beach 1974
Ignoring the arguments and the cigarette fug, I rub the condensation from the window. It won’t be long before white noise stops its sibilant assault on roof and windscreen. … Continue reading
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