Aug02

What is Pink? Is Chiffon always that colour? If it is, then it’s my most favourite cloth. Each day, I swear, her dress becomes my new true, and I’m drawn further into her subtle, russet lips, like unfurling petals of an early Summer rose. I long study the shine of her hair, and how it…

Aug01

Do I toe the _____? Or does it tow me? Do I chop a _____? Or chop a family tree? Should I write a _____ on royal succession? Or walk the _____ in loyal procession? Can I ride to the end of the district _____? Or be ____d through like an underground sign?

Jul31

Over the hill there’s hope of a statue not made of stone, but of water. Today, it’ll flow up, a fountain, but tomorrow, it might be rain. And it will shape itself, could be visionary, through changing colours and the painful blur. And, a mountain waterfall will feed it, clear and fresh from glaziers above….

Jul30

Quietly padding through the silent factories another speck of dust is magnetically attracted to its peers upon the shoulders of stagnant monsters, so unindustrious. The depths of resounding recall white noise fizzing in my ears, but my attention is attenuated towards the snap of a far away mouse halved under the released tension of a…

Jul29

Trouble. Trouble stretches open its cage, shaking off its chains, ready for its moniker. A strange beast that curls, as abstract as smoke, as nimble as a statue. Its hooked hands are ready to throttle then grip, turn you inside out, and wear you like a suit, and then, once it’s complete, discard your used…

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…