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
Going Home: Keats – Episode 12
April 27th I could hear Spiggy moving around about 6:30. He knocked on my door and then cautiously opened it. He’d found his clothes and dressed himself. “I made eggs … Continue reading
An Autopsy
An Autopsy (on being homeless in Sheffield in the 1980’s) i. Among mills, warehouses, tenements; stone blackened; cars burned; metal rusted; Each transformed by the neglect brought by progress. … Continue reading
Going Home: Keats – Episode 11
April 26th The impossible has happened! THE IMPOSSIBLE HAS HAPPENED!! I am no longer alone! I HAVE A GUEST!! I HAVE A FUCKING GUEST!! This is INCREDIBLE!!! … Continue reading
Fifteen Cafe Scenes (11 – 15)
xi. Hallelujah? “She always brings extra biscuits for God and makes sure there is enough tea for His cup.” She acknowledges that His cuppa does not runneth over. It just … Continue reading
Going Home: Keats – Episode 10
April 25th After chores, I went out in the Bedford again. There’s an industrial estate about half a mile from where I used to live. It wasn’t there while I … Continue reading
Fifteen Café Scenes – (6 – 10)
I am a terrible cliche. I sit in my local coffee shop with my laptop – until recently, the dreaded Macbook – in my black polo necked shirt, sipping cappuccino … Continue reading
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