Tag Archives: Wales

Old Man’s Beard

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Thursday’s Trail

The bin-bags left at 07:38 this morning to the sound of gnawing hydraulics. They left behind a scatter of litter, bright in the oblique light. Shadows create spaces and texture. Canyon cracks in paving slabs. Polarised light from silver tower-blocks … Continue reading

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October

Words come in a stream from the chimney of the DSS. They rise to the height of a man then pile like yellow fat; flattening out on a cushion of cold air that sits in the vale. Clouds loiter over … Continue reading

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Town Centre: Closed Down for Refit

Smeared grease on kerbstone. Cobble fists hard into shoe soles. He avoids eye contact with pigeons pecking at fag buts and spit. Diesel engine taxi rumble. Walking home he glances back to the office. Second floor above the shops. Soot … Continue reading

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It’s the holes that stop it falling down: Pontypridd Bridge

Scuffed river leaning against the back doors of shops tripping over stones. Churning up smell on its way to Cardiff uncertainty where a ghost abattoir spews gutblood into the job centre’s shadow. Frothed. Gas pipe arching over river, spiked ends … Continue reading

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