Paint

My manuscript is due back tomorrow. I am going to be a little late. It is difficult, when time divides into mosaic shards to pull a book into focus. I have decided that I need to re-write a chunk of pages. Not too many. A series of clarifications have jumbled up against one another and... Continue Reading →

Suite Brexite

Nigel Unnatural lines stretch a manmade smile awkward geometry in a face that hangs like a crumpled sheet of beef A smile engineered to deflect and damn the hate that pools rheumy spoil collecting in the folds     Dave he thought he thought he thought he thoughntleroy I thought…… A whiff of talc and... Continue Reading →

Ravelling

My grandfather died of a broken heart six weeks after my grandmother. He had not expected to live without her, instead had meticulously planned for her comfort and security on what seemed to him to be the predictable certainty of his own death from a heart attack. But cancer doesn’t like predictions. Cancer, with its... Continue Reading →

Women Who Shock – response

This IS a love song Don't take it personal I choose my own fate I follow love I follow hate The Slits, Adventures Close To Home I recently read an essay by Sophie Hopesmith, author of forthcoming novel Another Justified Sinner. She wrote about the way that women writers and musicians provided a context and gave... Continue Reading →

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