Frantically swiping to the left. Frantically swiping to the right. Which one means like again? Jesus Christ, I’ve just gone and lost the love of my life Hang about, I’ve got a match, things are looking up. Now to play the old waiting game for no apparent reason. Thirty-six hours on the down-low should doContinue reading “Dating”
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Passing Through
Minus five and a half degrees and getting colder mourning gripped the air in the dead of night I came to a village high up and out the way the communal Christmas lights glistened for miles upon the surrounding frozen moorland I stopped at a red light outside a church and stared the music inContinue reading “Passing Through”
Town
Saturday, and town buzzed like a pissed off hive Too early to drink at such a pace, but how else are bad ideas spurned on by sensations between the thighs going to turn into guilt ridden conclusions? Anxiety prevents the lining Just as well, cos no lining gets you flying Then it’s a nose diveContinue reading “Town”
Ray
Scuffling down the platform, bent over, pulling that fucking stock-filled trolley with the squeeking wheel. His jumper, covered in pulled bits and remnants of a Tesco meal deal He stops, stares into nowhere, picks a bit of dried skin from his left nostril. Looks like a headmaster once told him he’d never amount to anything,Continue reading “Ray”
Tree of Adolescence
I sluggishly buzzed around the pollinated enclosure of modern love like a weary bee during an Indian Summer I took a right and saw you standing there under a flourish of neon lights. The jolt to the system I’d been waiting for The age gap wasn’t a bother as I walked the tightrope from oneContinue reading “Tree of Adolescence”
8 Stone
8 stone50.8 kilograms 112 poundsnot the highest of numbers not the heaviest of weightsbut for her it was a goal, a targether Everest if you willshe’d saved lives whilst battling a personal wara war she could only ultimately win on her ownlike all wars, it lasted too long we were all right there but could only watch onitContinue reading “8 Stone”
Production Line
The producer, slumped across her deathbed, looked out across the cityscape Lights from skyscrapers touching stars, would make for quite the final sight Echoed sounds of nurses rushing down wards, beckoning to the attention of those ringing for assistance, reminded her of flight attendants obeying her every need on long haul flights throughout a successfulContinue reading “Production Line”
The Wasp
Paul sat at the kitchen table, porridge dripping from his chin, reading a rejection email from a literary agent regarding a novel he’d written. No ordinary, regurgitated copy and paste rejection. An exclusive rejection with soul and dignity. Almost felt like an acceptance. Gave him a foolish expectation. Like a girlfriend you love deeply callingContinue reading “The Wasp”
Gimps and dive bars
It was somewhere between half 3 and 4 mid-May, driving into Blackpool. Not as hot as you’d expect for that time of year, but still I wore the flowered pattern short sleeve shirt I’d bought a few weeks earlier in Jersey, with a pale-yellow t-shirt underneath. Hen parties accompanied with blow up sex dolls underContinue reading “Gimps and dive bars”
Rambling Rambles 