Hotel. Birmingham. 19.8.17. 03:17.am
Birmingham sleeps, its illuminated building works, a shadow jungle to trap the drunk and wary. Lost in the plastic and sodium labyrinth; infernal circles traced in brick dust, he … Continue reading
Not Gold
A rucksack, mugger torn, spills a life to the floor. Gathering the remnants; wallet, money, destination gone; no choice but a park bench; enamelled metal and stale beer sticky; … Continue reading
Lunar Tattoos
In the next few days, I’ll be releasing a chapbook on Amazon. It’ll be available as a kindle book and a print on demand item. I’ll also be having a … Continue reading
A Dream
To see the sky with no tangent vapours marking its jetted limits… To see the land unboxed, its concertina scars flooded and weeping… To see the mirror-straits deepest … 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
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
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
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