rain

rain empty droplets trace my skin clouds painted into existence articulate the greyness chattering pearls explode on impact sending shockwaves through my bedroom window the perfect moment when wetness becomes a finite quantity a sloppy puddle creates endless possibilities rain stars hide behind fluffy curtains a stolen kiss taken beneath compromised shelter rivers flow faster…

masculinity

choke back
your tears and swallow down
the lump

Summer

Crisp packetsAndTinnies Plastic bottlesAndBags Gas canisters once filled with an instance of blissAndCigarette filters moistened with morning dew Shattered glass scattered across your next ten footstepsAndDisposable lighters filled with the last droplet of flame Scorch marks burned into an amphitheatre of camp chairsAndTent poles twisted into metal spines Maccies bagsAndCosta cups Condom wrappersAndNeedles The same…

Hugh Jackman

“Name?” “Errr Jack.” “Jack, eh? Good choice of name, very popular.” “Yes I thought so too.” “Surname?” “Well I want to blend in, you know. Make everyone think that I’m a human and not a bot.” “Yes very good, can’t have anyone finding out about us, it would put our entire operation at risk!” “Exactly,…

Autumn

A white dog bounds through piles of crusty leaves. They drop like snow from knobbly branches high in the horse chestnut trees that circle the entire village green; a barrier for the wind, shade for the walkers, a home for the birds and insects. The branches shudder violently, swaying back and forth and back and…

Flash!

“There it is again! A flash! Did you see it?” “See what? There’s nothing there.” “I’m telling you Mike, there’s someone there, in the window across the street. It’s a flash, a camera flash, someone has been taking photos! How can you not have seen it?” “Nonsense, why would anybody be stalking you of all…

The Black Dog

The salt of the cold winter sea air was coating Bangor pier. You could not breathe without wincing at the sting of each inhalation. The sun was already beginning to set, filling the Menai Straits with burning orange light, like a sea of fire. The wind was relentless. The rain was unyielding. The wood was…

Yolk

“Yolk! I’ve struck yolk!” I call out to the rest of the kitchen. A fountain of gloopy golden ooze erupts from the cracked surface. It coats me head to toe, filling my ears and nostrils with the sweet nectar. Toby climbs the shell, bucket in hand. “We’ve hit the motherload baby! We’re gonna be rich…

Writing exercise: 28/02/19

The exercise was to tell a well known news story, story or joke in the voice of one of the following: A 7 year old irish peasant child in 1850 A celebrated Scottish poet in 1780 An imperial Concubian in the forbidden city of the Ming dynasty in 1450 A first year Brookes student in…

5:17 on a Friday

“And now for Sally with the traffic,” “Thanks Johnny, and yes there is an awful lot of traffic building up on the A34, we’re getting reports of a fatal traffic collision involving a motorbike and lorry. Expect delays of up 2 hours as they’ve had to close one lane due to the debris. We’ll get…