Monthly Archives: April 2014

The colour of jealousy

At table forty, two old farts lean against pints with handles. Their corner is dark and filled with the colours of dried leaves. One has a suit sharp from 1957. The other has a bat-wing jumper that was stolen from … Continue reading

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Their souls are rotten

A human army marches to the battle where the office is a glass climax. Handicapped pigeons police the city – white-bread-inbred, they peck at vomit and flap onto a railing as I approach. Their bellies are full but their souls … Continue reading

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