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poem and a pebble (voice)
Tag: poetry
My Life In 6 Barbers
1. Toby's. 'Some of this grease is from sixty-six.' Slim. High-waisters; Levis'-greased; belted; (sometimes braced). Younger than I am now. Watched the waiters. Watched their edges. Whatever you want is a flat-top.
will i ever sleep again (and if i do will i dream of you)?
in the light play between the john street beeches i thought i caught a glimpse of you.but that couldn't be rightand is only half true. will I ever sleep again (and if i do will i dream of you)? i am a mystery, as you are to me; but we've both been 23, and therein lies the … Continue reading will i ever sleep again (and if i do will i dream of you)?
the bitter taste of almost breathing
i rested on the handle of my spade and smoked. i witnessed a congregation of privet, solemn hemmed and so cuffed with berries that even the herring birds, oddly black against the cloud, eschewed with cackles and coughs and with caution; such is tumbling rubbish on a breeze. i worked a thread of wet tobacco from my tongue to … Continue reading the bitter taste of almost breathing
Baruther Strasse Cemetery.
Behind his shades, beneath the sliding cloud, he turned onto Baruther Strasse. He walked through the cemetery with its spray paint brickwork and its green wreathed stones and its cold clean stones and testaments. He walked, revenant, among the dead, over the rising shadows of the pigeons and the yew tree, remembering - suddenly and all … Continue reading Baruther Strasse Cemetery.
taken in
producing, from a tote bag, a battered pack of playing cards, placing it between her teeth, she began to speak while constructing a smoke. i made neither head nor tail of what she said (her words, hidden as they were within that deck), but, like the best of mime or close hand magic, it … Continue reading taken in
