A Robot Eventuality
An echo talked to a mirror stood in the shadow of a man that was now little more than a rumour. The cameraheads were swarming and the parrotgraphs were flocking and pictures and other forms of reportage were happening at a rapid…
Month: November 2020
watching writers as a writer
Watching writers read and watching writer’s stories explored by talking heads around them is interesting. Does it give you more than the writing you read from them? I’m not sure. When I would write about reading Bukowski I was doing so with…
to knock them open
i slip my tongue into your mouth to taste your words a language that is needed to lift your heart and the music carries all of us high over the land to crash on opposite shores running between closing doors to knock…
For The Love Of My Cat
I realised the other day that I may have found animals that I have owned after they have passed, but I have never sat with an animal as it dies. It seems reductive to even generalise, because my cat Gandalf and I…
Button
But on the button was the words don’t put your butt on the button; it was on the button. You sometimes wonder at the idiocy of those in charge, especially when they charge over the ramparts into the face of enemy fire.…
half a smile ago
half a smile ago i was this kind of person half a mile ago we saw the situation worsen a bathroom tile ago we were showering off the dirt of the day into the trough do you know where you are? if…
An Irregular Year
Whatever you think the cause of the irregularity has been this year, you would have to agree that it has been unusual. I think anyone that is reading me is likely to agree that the source of instability has been the incumbent…
What Have I Been Up To?
I have actually been doing a lot, none of it made its way through this extrusion nozzle though. It’s kind of a weird world to live in at the moment. I go to work because that is not locked down and it…