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Poisoned with nails

Rachael’s Mum slips down between the cracks of the pavement, melting like paper in the rain. She is a minefield poisoned with nails. The doctor can’t control her with drugs so she uses her wit like a crowbar to open … 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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I Listen to the Symphony with a Dry Mouth

A cool breeze blows to conduct. Commuters take their places. The stadium rings like a percussion rehearsal – an ensemble of scaffold and pneumatics. Machines beat steel-joists to drive the city’s drums. Down the narrow steps a winding melody and … Continue reading

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Motive Bomb

Mark Lucas is bored, tired, and waiting for something to happen. This room is a mess of paperwork and procrastination. At the centre is the steel case of the bomb. All it needs is a thumb on the trigger and … Continue reading

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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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