Almost the sun

Perspective

Ignoring Laurie, he’s doing  his best to provoke, in that way  that only bantams can.   And he’s thorough. Starting on  the surface, contempt highlighting  the undulations of her  rind, the tight black curls under her  skin, the silver specks  gossiping about where her  viridity is injected. She  knows these ballistics are truths. .  And

The Prince

Silent smiles.  Slicing hot ricocheting wildly  Spurting banter .  Her wings are clipped, and it is found deplorable that she cannot fly. * . Where is your albumen, your chalaza, your yolk? . Fifty to one The gamecock . It’s all I can do, the audience hears, to keep smiling after the way she’s treated me,

the Cuckoo

Thursday night book club

Mary speaks like the visiting host  of a sex-toy party. She  over-seasons her talk with “ladies” (even though Paul’s always there)  pronouncing it: lay  – dizz  reversed capital ‘L’s like  little fence posts holding  up the bunting and steel  wire of her pitch as she conspiratorially  appeals to our shared  experience of stolen baths, league

Force

https://www.nottinghampost.com/news/local-news/robin-hood-declares-sacrilege-world-4348677 Is it still called scaffolding  when it’s raw wooden  struts on the outside of  the building, holding  up the parts where gravity  is swinging too hard? Like the frame I was sure they  placed round the Major  Oak, alongside the  fencing to keep fingers  and feet from  touching its ancient  bark and grain? The

Saint Valliant

Saint Valliant And that was the winter when we decided to start worshipping the boiler. It was so  cold at that time. We felt as if it had  never been cold before. We needed to  wash, and clean our windows, and launder our  clothes, and we had never chosen to  notice those needs before then. 

Rubik

I have stayed up all night trying to solve the Rubik’s cube . because its solution will prove my predicted future . but my failure will portend certain doom’s continuation. . I cannot trust my own thoughts to think my way through it . because I’ve had years to do that already, and : failed.

July 13th 1985

July 13th 1985 We are still in sight of the Greatest Year Known to Music buthowever strong the power of loveyou can’t hold onwhen the race towards space rips you away from the shore and blasts you downwards. It’s quite the event; nothing like this has ever been seen or heardbefore. Are you watching? Did

Low-lier

You were just standing there, taking a leak. What could you do? You needed to go. You had pulled up: discreet. It was a natural and innocent urge. . Why was she prowling around, anyway? At that time of day. Alone. A vixen sniffing at a dog. Of course you had offered her a lift.