Monthly Archives: May 2013

Light No Longer Reaches My Window

Curtains cannot keep out the weight of concrete pressing in. Light no longer reaches my window. The city piles over me. My skin turns yellow and thick dust gathers on the doorstep. Streets are filled with dogs. As much as … Continue reading

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The Wall Swallows Them

Herds of isopods wriggle in the sun where the bin bag was uprooted. Their most patch forms the shape of a heart, as it evaporates the wall swallows them. – Benjamin F Jones

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Walking to the Office

The wind is square, it smells of rain after dust. I slink under the university’s concrete awning. Each brick pillar is propped with a half full glass of snakebite. By the delivery entrance a polystyrene tray of shredded cabbage and … Continue reading

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Becky Drinking Wine

A watercolour image – I love this monochrome pen and ink style. I like the way that the pigment is just on the edge of losing control.

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Health and Safety

Darren is an expert on health and safety. He has a goatee like a sheep’s tail but no hair on his scalp. He’s visiting to raise awareness of risks both in the home and at work. Room C109 is small … Continue reading

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