With the odd rumble of thunder
By alexwritings
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last offices
We park by the craft shop: the coloured corners of picture frames hang down the wall like chevrons Supine, under the quilt of night the infirmery...
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Supervet
This cat is on wheels. A postage stamp of golden fur is missing from his flank harvested by glistening chatter-knives. This is new kind of scent-...
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Fool's Paradise
*/ Wetlands at dusk: pink-skinned water ripples with the sibilant trees. A great orchestra of atmospheres, the virtuoso lift of keys from minor to...
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To the clouds
You, white steam gliding through the Smurf-blue sky soft as milk or a cat's gentle blink. Floating like one long quivering violin note you lag up our...
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Fresher Digs
The electric meter sifts out its kilowatt hours noisily
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A Millennial Syllogism
Thinking of the 90s is strange: those images echo back like an ambulance siren curdling against brickwork
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clickity click-click
I click a blue hyperlink, feeling various — the web spins like a top as I hunt down the ungraspable yarn of my mood.
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The Field
Bent over in a heat haze, a figure trudges through a field of yellow rapeseed.
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Day 1. Cope Muir High
‘Cheese-brain’ is a good, sturdy, underused insult. It feels edifying to know that another precocious wordsmith like myself once sat at that desk.
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Retirement Options for Tube Trains: #3 Cadnam, New Forest
Stippled with mould it lies at the foot of a lawn by a greenhouse where earthenware pots lie cracked like the summer soil.
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Attic
The moonlight leaks through the bevelled glass
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The Pitsea Loop
The fluorescent tube light whistled overhead, casting a nauseatingly yellow glow across a pin-board of staff notices. Office Summer Night Out – BBQ on Hackney Downs; then Bowling at Finsbury Park; a MacMillan’s charity fundraiser concealed cruelly under a torn-out page 3 model...
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picking bluebells with little scarlett
she lifts a blue cloche to her ear; wonders why it does not ring.
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