Tag Archives: rain

The Wong Shape for this Journey

Kettle breath windows are blind white. Each station tips passengers into the carriage, they wear clothes sewn from cigarette smoke and rain. The bloke next to me has thighs like filing cabinets. I know where I am by the sound … Continue reading

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Yesterday’s Puddles

The guy outside number thirteen is draped over his gatepost. He wears a white duffer’s hat and greets me with happiness rooted in retirement. He’s seen the rise and fall of an empire. His voice is like a hairdryer as … Continue reading

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Wipers Scrape Arcs

Air trapped in spaces between raindrops bounce up from the pavement. The car is washed to the curb. Engine streams from the exhaust and is whipped into the drain. The main beam forms a dancing slab, two cones reaching forwards. … Continue reading

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Waiting for Dawn: Thursday

Fine rain in waves outside the tan centre – there is no mention of sun as it is rarely seen in this town. The night’s bluster swells my jacket. In the empty shop-fronts undulating reflections appear – billboards where the … Continue reading

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Haiku #1207: Hiding from the storm

Pint and a notepad storms outside I wait like a woodlouse under bark.   –Benjamin F Jones 

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