Carl wanted to punch the woman in the face. I obviously won’t, but man would I love to, he said to himself. He also wondered if he’d have felt this ...
Sandra remembered being around eight years old and having an uncontrollable proud grin across her face. Of course it meant little to her now, but at the time sitting at ...
Claire was always very pretty, prettier than most girls at school. She was older than me and knew how to do special things with her makeup, like a thick black ...
Peel felt the sweat on his palms seep through his jogging bottoms onto his thighs. Through the loose strands of his long, unkempt hair- a remnant of his fast receding ...
You won't tell anyone, will you?
She sensed the grin form upon his face as he spoke and had broken into a smile herself.
Our secret?
It had been a statement ...
The conversation ended. She held the phone by her side and swayed, it was replaying again and again on a continuous loop like some shanty-town, fairground music and broken accordions. ...
Jenkins rattled about in his kitchenette. He was searching through the drawers for something he’d lost. He couldn’t quite remember what it was. Or where he’d put it. But he ...
The rusting door slammed shut. The two people stared out of the windscreen at the pattern of burnt-orange brickwork. She slowly reached behind her shoulder for the seatbelt and stared ...
You don’t like the dark. Your bedroom door is closed and the blinds, shut. Your bottle green uniform and grey, pleated skirt are uncomfortable, they’re too tight. You run your ...
Paul
Tuesday, 8:46am
11/9/2002
I blink. A boy next to me is scuffing the tip of his shoe on the playground floor, creating a little fuzzy grey patch that stands out against the ...
‘And in those days she made a little song,And called her song "The Song of Love and Death”’
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
The rail station loomed ahead of her, gothic, forbidding, inky with ...
“Take this and buy yourself something nice” Lily said, offering her bony hand to mine.
“You’ve been good to me and I’d like to repay you.”
“That’s very kind of you Lily,” ...
i am the caffeinated Hours of my Children
who expect me to distill their Dreams
so they can dance with Reality
i am Constant
hurting from the blinded Kiss between
Your ...
Question,
Each day I ask the question
Do I?
Do I what?
Do I have them?
Can I do them?
Email.
Can I do them?
Please.
I ask the question daily,
it plays on my mind,
gets into my dreams.
I wait ...
If time is of the essence,
there is not enough.
I look for more but it never comes.
How is it,
time goes on and on?
It forever goes,
but never is there enough.
I lay,
every night.
Time goes ...
Seven chimes echoed along the town of Shrewsbury. The sound shook the nearing leaves at the base of the crumbling church tower. He looked out of his window trying to ...
It was at thirteen years old, that Hanif first begged. A morning in March, cold and bright, his Mother left him during an argument. He had been sure she wouldn’t ...
Carol’s bra is spread-eagled in the hedge like a monstrous, albino bat. The wind has blown it off the washing line and tossed it onto the wispy finger-tips of the ...
She plans to go far. But never knowing, never showing the arduous journey she must take. Trapped in an unsealed bubble where belief maintains the idealism that: poetry is the ...
Preservation
She held her head back, the mirror aloft and imagined what she’d look like without the bandages. She couldn’t wait to see the result. Two black holes peering through. She ...
The curtains drawn, your casing still glinted
reflecting bleak light,
your metal edge further hinted.
With light as your voice, I heard you beckon
your scrape, click and clutch advanced conversation.
The scent of your ...
