6/04/20 The power supply cable to the computer begins to fall to pieces in my hands - the plastic coating sheds, revealing the tiny wires beneath. Then, the wires liquefy and pour through my fingers until all that is left is a sticky puddle on the carpet. I prod it with my toe and it … Continue reading dream diaries… 84
Finally, Crazy Jeannie and Pleasant Terry got married again. Fair play to them. But, somewhere, somehow, along the way, in exchanging names twice, they confused each other’s nicknames, so that he, at last, found her, pleasant, and she, him, eventually, crazy. The actual details of how, or why, this confusion occurred are obscure. That’s … Continue reading An Unexpected Butterfly.
Perhaps I'm more intrigued with the ghost of John Simon Ritchie - useless musician, drug addict, spiteful bully, sneering poster boy - than I imagine? He returns to haunt me only ever once a year; I hear his rattling padlocked chain and the drag of those stolen engineer boots before I see him. Oh, but I … Continue reading Tea Stained.
Some years later. He pulls the peacoat collar up over his ears and, head down, takes heel to the bottom of the street. Folk still whisper as he passes, but less so these days. They grow old, they float away, they die. He lives with the memories of that night; the sky more white star … Continue reading The Lookout.
you dreamt this, she said. i had a trick involving string, a snide loop, a special knot. i had learned it from my dad - seen it once in 1970 something. every magician needs an assistant, be they beautiful or a drunken old shepherd with hoof coloured teeth and field hands. but he had a … Continue reading Bloodline
[window sill] this window sill is crowded with - four limes, an avocado, a tangerine, two apples, a ginger root man, a rubber egg (where did that come from?), much beachcombings, a spider plant, several books on ufos, a napoleonic toy soldier, a jar of english mustard, a bulb of garlic, a hard wood cube … Continue reading close to the aperture [window sill]