Monthly Archives: February 2015

Night Watch

Night Watch I Without instructions, relevant documents, warrantees and recipes for proper cooking times, some authority not of ourselves, we’re encouraged (by false modesty) to curate, not create. To become the night watch and scroll through screened feeds, your happy … Continue reading

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Sonnet for the Royal Arsenal Riverside Development

Sonnet for the Royal Arsenal Riverside Development A quirky piece of Reclaimed slate turned chalkboard reads: I Drink To Make Other People Interesting! I’m sitting in a machine-distressed, restored Chesterfield waiting for some photos to develop, the rest of the … Continue reading

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Father and Son

—Daddy Daddy why are you crying? —I… I’m crying because I’m happy. Sometimes grown-ups cry when they’re happy. —Why are you crying because you’re happy? —Be… because you look like s-s-such a smart boy on your first day of school. … Continue reading

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Writing 1

Writing 1 In the toilet of a restaurant in an arcade: green painted walls mosaic tiles of polished glass coloured like oil and a Buddha holding candles that flickered like the water running from the miniature rock garden running on … Continue reading

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Doing and seeing nowt

Doing and seeing nowt Now, that’s not what we say is it? You didn’t do anything. You didn’t see anything. I mumbled it back numb mouthed rolling quietly and salivary bitter berries back out half-chewed, force fed and suspecting poison. … Continue reading

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Moorhen

Moorhen As soon as I saw it I knew it was dead in the cold empty hide from behind glass little body outside splayed in the reeds – single moorhen – with blue sticks for legs brittle as flaking paint … Continue reading

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DLR

DLR Look in the windows tall as buildings at the slabbed and lobbied mortuary of offices without names just numbers in stainless steel. See through the glass the enormous rug, the cold light, the chairs that are art objects, the art … Continue reading

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