Jul28

11 am, at Foster Hill Rd. My name is no longer my own. My name is directing people to the farthest room. My name is a pig in Latin. My name is forgettable … I seem to recall. My name is not a number. My name is 23 million results on Google. My name is…

Jul27

Apex Predator / Dominant Species I think I’d like to be a cat and curl up neatly on the mat be well fed and get quite fat have my owner clear up my shat or maybe I could be a dog lap up water from the bog avoid the human’s daily slog and not feel…

Jul26

Subtle Psychology One hundred pairs of eyes observe, critically. One hundred staring people, transfixed. Some big, some small, but all watching analytically. Some young, some old, but all inter-racially mixed. They watch my momentary motions, shallow shuffles. They note down my evident thoughts, quivering emotions. As my body language is translated, in murmuring kerfuffles, They…

Jul25

Modern Life is Rubbish III This is the life he was expected to lead: Dumb, compliant, in mindless slavery. Bow to your master! He was taught by the sting of a whip across his back, gouging in the lessons. Lined in identical queues, brothers, same hair, same shoes, same scars, same demands. In those life…

Jul24

The Shadow Garden. As the Sun paints new shadows of the Mountain Ash across my neighbour’s car, the vague old silhouettes of family that age painted upon me dissolve, as I weather the middle years like a prisoner planning his escape to the country air where clear, crisp outlines of Roses will freshen up his…