134/2023
Their love affair was always very Lopsided. She was over six foot In flats, and he reached barely Up to her naked shoulders, the Space between her clavicles Where he… Continue Reading
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133/2023
He didn’t notice all The crucifixes in her kitchen Until one of them forced Its way through his chest, Crossed arms first, and Pinned him to the wall. He Didn’t… Continue Reading
132/2023
Crisis point now, in the Launderette, dead flesh Roasting in the dryer, Flies on a carousel in The deserted chamber, Where we danced our First imitation matrimonial Ceremony, the washing… Continue Reading
130/2023
The full version: We had a hollow time of it, Inbetween the empty weekends, When nothing happened but The ringing of the plague bells Up and down every street Of… Continue Reading
129/2023
Two crowns of shame in the official portraits, self-declared official. Blood diamonds. Self-awarded honours always reek of something invented not real, undeserved. The blood is real. It drips down their… Continue Reading
128/2023
Some days, writing seems futile, Putting seldom-read words onto Paper, unheard voices and unseen Stories ignored by those who most Need them. Where are those who Want to know the… Continue Reading
127/2023
He keeps himself self-contained, Even with that wide smile when He’s working the bar or the tables, And stays inscrutable to anyone Watching the flash of his fast hands, His… Continue Reading
126/2023
Endless days of doing nothing. The cage is not a cage when you have the key. The token effort to make it look like the people are the priority. And… Continue Reading
125/2023
We must have passed eachother In the middle, at some point in The century of our friendship, me And him, he from the left to the Right of centre, me… Continue Reading
124/2023
when it comes it takes him by surprise the smooth ride it was supposed to be in the golden carriage unopposed by the little people whose taxes he considers his… Continue Reading