Esme and the Silence

Esme studied the puddle of silence between them / unlike the harmony of the old silences / the discord jangled across her nerves / and shredded her gut-strings / shattering her quiet soul / as it continued to pool around her / the silence  took all the language / drew it into its dark depths…

The Brain Dump

I am exhausted She said As she turned out the contents of her mind into the bog-standard-government-issue-trash-disposal bin “Hazardous marterials” I am tired of the fight and the struggle Of people not caring enough or immobilised by caring too much Of being being so scared to be honest to-say-what-they-see-what-they-think-and-feel that eventually we all become our…

Esperanto Libro de Tagoj

Bonŝancon hieraŭ Mi ne plu timas La rememoro pri eterna jaroj La ageless malaperon de edroj Dum doloro ankoraŭ kapitulacigas Freŝa ondoj kiel via rekomendo Bonŝancon morgaŭ La pezo de la estonteco Eluzita kiel vesto Poŝoj ŝtono-prirabita De la potenca pezeco De espero kaj senutileco Kaj adiaŭ hodiaŭ Rigardante vin piediri for Jen ĉiuj vi…

Another failed poem

Poetry is not my fort;I cannot construct walls of meaning To defend or to conceal Hidden passages of depth. Parody will neither parry Nor thrust witticisms Across the great divide. Arrows of outrageous hyperbole Won’t leave allusory quivers. I will not pour the boiling oil of scorn On imaginary foes. Pyrrhic foot soldiers Do not…

Slice of Life

Allow me to serve you A crumbling slice of irritation Butter-iced with sugared frustration  And garnished with a rainbow sprinkles of disdain Salt-laden sadness stirred With flaccid wooden spoon While sighs of anger roar through The hollow fanned oven If it tastes bitter  That’s just the recipe Wash it away with a cuppa The bromide-laced…

Summat from my head

Don’t look me in the eyes Tell me it’s all just fine Just taking a match to kindling and twine You’re not sending smoke signals You’re burning the whole forest And the tinder blazes (You can’t swipe left on actual human faces) Telling me it’s all in my head Breath ragged, voice dead Not waving…

Backwards

The elderly man walked backwards The length of Tottenham Court Road. I ran to keep up, matching him Stride for stride until he disappeared at Warren Street station. A friend joked; the man was time travelling, Retracing his steps, going back at the start, Correcting the past as he went. I sat backwards on the…

with a little art

I’m not sure how you get people to love art. Especially children. There’s just so much vague foppery around the whole didactic discourse. And painting fruit is, quite frankly, dull as shit. I know some lovely primary school teachers who mine their considerable knowledge to inspire their charges but as the curriculum becomes more demanding,…

Short Story: Somewhere Over The Rainbow

As I put on me respirator to leave, I think, “I’m so lucky to be alive in this day and age. A hundred years ago, I’d be dead. We’d all be dead.”  I watch indulgently, as Stefan slips the mask over his face. Even through the mesh of plastic and squirm of plastic tubing, you…

The Value of Art (to the Fiscally Mobile)

​​ I’m just sitting outside the Royal Academy having surfed the annual embarrassment of riches that is the Summer exhibition. It always feels like a privaledge to peruse the carefully curated caverns before the crowds of cultural tourists and septuagenarian patrons descend. Admittedly, I would rather that didn’t mean that I had to get out…

Review: Road Show, Sondheim

Well, I think I wrote this. A while ago to be fair. But it’s not awful and it’s a production I’d nearly entirely forgotten about. Fun times. In Time Out: London in 2006, Sondheim is quoted as saying of his dwindling productivity, “It’s age. It’s a diminution of energy and the worry that there are…

Screaming at Brett Anderson in a Field

That’s what I’ll be doing for the next five days. If that was a job spec, it would be possibly the best job description in the world. Just think of the anger you could expiate regarding “Positivity”.  As a teenager, I’d have left home to pursue that specific career; especially if my rota included Blur,…