Keep It Regular
I have been writing more writing than writing about writing, so some things stopped being done for a while. I am watching a lot of documentaries and it kind of gets you into the headspace where you pull back from what you…
Mull of Kintyre pricks are not offensive but fully erect pricks are, and don’t you dare bring a vagina near the TV screen. Did you know that there are Lesbians in the world, and Homosexuals? Did you know there are people spread…
you turn around and realise you missed half the year by being busy elsewhere the world moves on and poems get written but what box do you put them in? what is art worth? what is poetry? where is your head at?…
in anticipation of the end we hang depend watch the day distend we have been organising books avoiding cat-claw hooks treading across the carpet naked from the shower all the towels in the laundry trying not to leave wet patches we are…
the weight of unknown soldiers here on unknown shoulders shrugging up from climates that are colder and seem more so as we grow older dead stories in a manila folder all the fields of fossilised truth not run away; that raintrap youth…
Heat scatter. Atmosphere leak. They were being buffeted around; bodies being littered into the vacuum. Hunters in hot pursuit. Trying to fire up impromptu transit gates in an overly active theatre was a recipe for shrapnel spread. Hague punched the anchor-stutter button,…
pick up the slack the let loose chaos a handful of dusky blooms cast across the floor to cushion the light footfall we were inside the barrier looking at the weather front the rain-blurred line and the impromptu shrine children arriving in…
A simple man born into a time where people are not the same. Technology snakes its way through the umbilical and implants, unless like him you are born in a blackout. His mother’s friend-or-foe signal box failed to recognise him on several…
You do sometimes run out of things to say about writing. You do sometimes run out of things to write. What do you do then? You write about having nothing to write until something occurs to you. Turning up to do the…
Mothers stood in the train station, on the train platform. Who is moving away from whom? What is moving away from what? Stories dismantle themselves in one place, move themselves elsewhere, and get to reassembling. The Death Faced Boys are one of…