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
I’m In a Fairly Grim Mood . . .
I’m in a fairly grim mood today, mostly because of the rampaging juggernaut of idiocy that is today’s Brexit Announcement. Anyway, I found some notes and I have no recollection … 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
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