Monthly Archives: September 2013

Coal Smoke Blends from Chimney

Thin string clouds red against blue sky. Winter approaching. I must prepare. Kids in the bath splashing water up the walls. Enjoying my brother’s visit, the first in months. ‘Where are we going today?’ In the carriage hacking through the … Continue reading

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Moving In

The van has gone. The front room is piled with boxes that measure out the floor. My daughter loosens dust as she runs from room to room. Street sounds bring amber light and the smell of Indian food. ‘Which box … Continue reading

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Drowning in adjectives

I take the book from by bag. Page one and the principle character is moaning – he smells  pipe tobacco which he smokes but doesn’t like. A scholar with calloused hands he smothers like joy rotting gin. I struggle through … Continue reading

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A Hypercube and a Klein Bottle

A hypercube and a Klein bottle met at a bar called Minkowski’s. The hypercube drank gin and tapped her corners on the bar when she laughed. The Klein bottle was all curves – he drank whisky straight up but had … Continue reading

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The Rim of a Pint Glass

The bunny has a heavy load. At the end of the day he stacks it on the bar and hops round the rim of a pint glass. The barman asks him, ‘Tough day?’ ‘Tough year.’ he replies. The conversation runs … Continue reading

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