Giving Up On Ugovinia

The moon lifted its heavy head over the flumes of dust and smoke that wrapped themselves around the spike of Saint Augustine’s bell tower and, as per the Treaty, at precisely eight o’clock silence struck Ugovinia. Both sides of this unholy war claimed to have the True God in mind; the two hour daily ceasefire …

Very, Very Important

My anxious gaze rested upon the tea-strain, dyed yellow with the residues not yet washed away, that was sat next to its blanched teacup friends that watched as I tottered along the worktop. I ran my hand along the bumpy plastic to steady myself. I unsettled an empty biscuit jar, jumping as it clattered its …

Flying High

The YMCA is throbbing through the sound system and a girl is crying in the pitch-black bathroom stall behind me. I wash my hands too quickly so as to drown the sound out with the hand-dryer; it sounds like caves sealing their secrets and I slip out past a tide of giggling young women in …

The Bone Collector

Sometimes my breath catches in my throat and the very stillness of an earth going a thousand and three miles per hour gets lodged there. Sometimes these simple exchanges leave me breathless, croaking on dust: the unfiltered pigments of other people’s skin and blood and ash but with my tarred lungs and itchy eyes I …

Talking To The Furniture

Richard found himself talking to the furniture. “Ahhh” he sighed settling into his favourite chair “lets have a nice sit down shall we?” The question lay down on the floral rug and withered away unanswered. “What’s that all about, eh?” he grumbled to the doormat that had curled up snuggly against the front door, jamming …

Far and Away

We can still be children. Don’t fret on facts or filing, they can wait til morning, they can wait for us, they won’t charge on without. We can still be children – the moon can still be a target for us to chase after, the stars a map of the implorably possible! We can still …

Back to Black

Sable bristles dipped in ink seep black branches into the dipcurve at the base of her spine. I wrote it where she would never look; because even if she could see it she wouldn’t be able to see it. She’d laugh and say ‘I know’, but she wouldn’t know, she wouldn’t see. Held my wrist …

Pain Relief

He mistook the points of her hipbones for poignancy and kissed those sharp edges til they dulled under his affections – he chased the phantoms from the wide-set corners of a mind that bent, bowed and broke in the curvature. He mistook her needs for her need and tried to save her meanwhile, flourishing under …

Golden Cap

Bracken scratches up to the thighs of every fighter who ends a hard-fought journey here. It tumbles down the back of the sharp cliff climb. A border between now and then that separates us from the arteraic pathway littered with pinecones and bruised bluebells through the clotted woods It ends before the Western drop off …

The HumanHog

Jake wrapped the barbeque skewers in tinfoil until they formed rigid cone shapes that reflected the dull moon’s attempt to distract him. He heard snuffling and it spurred him to move faster. Everything was almost finished, if he hadn’t gotten one of his spikes stuck in the doorframe as he snuck out of the back …