Category Archives: PROG-PROSE

WHAT’S THAT PAINTING ON THE WALL .. .

What’s that painting on the wall? … .. in the half light it seemed the best place to start to try to explain there is a painting on the wall we were in a cafe before we all stopped smoking … Continue reading

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INDIGENOUS INDIGESTION – beat bop

Indigenous indigestion – beat-bop People are proud of their heritage sitting on balconies with their windie boxes wondering if the structure they are sitting on is secure enough to take their weight the high-rise boxes they now live in are no … Continue reading

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STEINBECK LANE .. .

Steinbeck Lane .. . .. Where I grew up in gunner’s shale   shoes polished, faces paper pale the television flickered bread was stale   we put a brave face on and smiled green the carpet spread about us   … Continue reading

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FORSOOTH .. .

. forsooth .. . … . Branded by categories paranoia on a train heading east where sandals divide toes and sardines lie in tins I memorise lines of Chaucer not enough time to digest all she wrote me or candles … Continue reading

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AT HOME WITH JOHN MARTIN .. .

at home with John Martin .. . . . We wrung the neck of life slashed the face off it i stumbled around in the dark reached out my hands found sheafs of crumpled paper by a match I read … Continue reading

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BRITPOP AS A VISTA .. .

britpop as a vista …         sad as I feelmy teenage duty laid asidelaid down and out on a level floorour horizons reduced to lard worlds recycledin a toxic bin of sourdough andaspiration dressed in sardine stripeshollow … Continue reading

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LIFE WAITING FOR CHIPS .. .

life waiting for chips  .. . . .. the people came on Tuesday then again on Wednesday at the middle of the week with their hands in pockets minds trained upon the fishes in paper packets taters lay in bins … Continue reading

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STRESS RELATED ILLNESS – a silhouette

STRESS RELATED ILLNESS – a silhouette the body, this body   is a temple with fonts and pews   and stained glass windows   eggshells on the floor places   where holy people go on long, summer nights   when … Continue reading

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NUREMBERG 5

Nuremberg 5 .. Unashamed tears, a tributary     rivers run grey without a sun     banners unfurled in cardamom     reflect an orphaned moon Nuremberg, your clenched smile     your rendered face stained     till … Continue reading

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STOOKS

stooks .. . .. by the three quarter interchange on the seven mile strait out of Stickney Lane I caught sight of a field of ice cream corn waving slowly, no threat of rain .. cornet skies with party hats inside … Continue reading

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