One two, one two, me and you, We are caught in a ladder of numbers: the years roll out and scroll up. Watch them pass us by, through our toes and fingers, how they fly how they fly! Heyho: one day we’ll die. Three four, three four, all this and more. As the times pass…
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Caffeine and Cocoa
“What would you like?” Daniel asked. Will grinned. “Can I push my luck and ask for one of those deluxe hot chocolates?” “You won’t have any teeth left by the end of it, but sure.” Daniel ordered the drink, with an Americano for himself. “I can chip in for that if you like.” “No, I’ve…
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I, who watches
I have not a coin in my purse, but this weighs as no consequence. Nor am I a lonely man, hence I am rich in friends. My wealth lies in those acquaintances with whom I make habit to chatter and- pontificate, drink tea and eat cake, Supermarket beer exchanged with a clink of glass necks,…
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I Can’t Watch Inception Anymore
I have written about JJ before, and I’ve spoken about him too. In public, at an open mic night. I thought that would have flushed him out of my system, like sweating out alcohol, but he hasn’t gone away. I’m not traumatised by the loss of what might have been, but I am stranded at…
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Morning
His name was Hans and he gave me red wine. The apartment was pristine, mostly white with a few loud splatters of red paintings. The white sofa did not have a blanket draped over its arm, nor did any cushion nestle in its corners. Dimly lit, it was a space occupied mostly by the quiet…
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A Boy At The Bar
All I have to do is say ‘Hi’. He’s not going to stab you, is he? No, you idiot. Right, just go up there and stand next to him, buy a drink – yes, finish the one in your hand and get another one. Don’t worry about your hair, it’s fine IT LOOKS FINE. Do…
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Thomas
You are half a world away, out of reach and out of sight, and yet you never really left. You have always been with me, alive and bold in my heart over the year that has passed since I last held your hand. Its warmth whispers upon my skin like hot silk, light, luxuriant, soft….
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Devil in a fur-collared coat
Hands froze and heads snapped upward, the halogen green eyes within them sharp with horror. None blinked. The conveyor belt had torn itself to a stop, ripped from a passage of easy motion with a shriek of unoiled coils. It was an abrupt dead thing that lay before the elves, a black snake bloated with…
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Donald Trump: the mouthpiece of the disenfranchised
What shivers of terror, peals of hilarity, waves of awe and fascination are summoned upon hearing the words Donald J. Trump. He is a behemoth of the media, a brash jingoistic pumpkin resplendent in shiny suits and an eternal inhabitant of leading headlines – the fact remains, there is no avoiding this eccentric bigot. In…
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