Category Archives: Exercises

I Stacked the Odds

I sit on a box of paper. The manager says, ‘It doesn’t matter who goes to the office party as long as someone stays to man the phones.’ Wind scrapes against the windows of the 15th. The phone doesn’t ring … Continue reading

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‘I’m sorry, I’ve got to go to work’

Branches anchor the sky and roots grip the toes of a bench. A figure is stuck to the seat with alcohol but he raises his can like a chalice. His eyes are like a blackbird of twenty summers ago and … Continue reading

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Exercise 1 – Seen through a window

It was my first time. The instruction manual said that I was dealing with a science not an art – and that I shouldn’t open the lid. While the dough is kneading I feed the cat. She’s uneasy because of … Continue reading

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Small adds: the pink pages

Peering into other people’s lives, seeing the minutia of the things they don’t require. I read all the sections – adverts for things I’m never going to buy. It amuses me when I find objects hidden in the wrong category; … Continue reading

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Patient Screening

Today is Friday. I am safe – protecting both others and myself from the urges that control my body. Two hundred years ago I would have been sent to the priest to loosen the grip of the demon within – … Continue reading

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