Tag Archives: prose-poetry

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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Compulsory Training

His belly bulges between his shirt and trousers. The overheads are in italicised Times Roman. He’s an ineffectual event, pointing at things we cannot see in a void above the projector. His foreshortened tie is crooked between his gull-wing collar. … Continue reading

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Gargling Cheap Wine: 3 Homerton Street

There’d been no other reason to get wasted other than we were brothers and it was Saturday. By midnight we were gargling cheap wine and the walls had rushed away. Seven sheets blew in the wind we sailed steamrollers in … Continue reading

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He’s Leaving Us

17:31 office burst. Suits and skirts through leaves and litter. Into the Vaults – beer pulled from pumps, fast as steam engines. A pint of Old Tom settles into my glass. Ale swallowed to wash down administrator’s pill. Handshakes flirt … Continue reading

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A Girl Not Reading a Book

Sat in the café curled into the armchair – white cotton shirt pressed into geometry that boxes her shoulders. She hides behind tight hair, teeth pressed together in anticipation of freedom. Pushing her glasses up her nose she emerges to … Continue reading

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