It rained all summer the year Mary Shelley wrote Frankenstein and Polidori wrote The Vampyre This year I have wondered if it will ever stop raining and I, for sure have had my share of monsters and bloodsucking beasts Some people will steal your soul to fill a void but that is their tragedy and … Read More
It’s not like it used to be You say Back in that long distant day Still, you get by You tread on, you cope and what you really miss is hope
You buy your spirituality from a vending machine outside the Supermarket of Zen where you meditate self-consciously for your Instagram profile The search for inner peace is a constant battle but you are mindful and enlightened; it says so on the tin.
The sinister Alexa device on the side asks frivolous questions: What cheese can you live in? I wonder? It offers recipes: A vegan pasta dish Spring salad Your parcel was delivered yesterday Another will arrive on Thursday you are told Outside, the trees in the distance still have their winter shapes Comforting against a white … Read More
A summer flu ‘Two days of horror’ was how I described it to a friend, who, it turned out, had just the same It wasn’t covid I’d had that a couple of weeks before The two days of horror was much worse I couldn’t breathe too well, and although it was the hottest weekend of … Read More
I remember this place Years ago Slow rain almost hanging in the air and half dead pot plants in windows Cars drone past through the grey days with no light
My friend told me That he does voodoo I howled at that Sorry to laugh I said Yes, ok there may be some spooky action Possibly People can experience telepathy Most likely And we’re more perceptive than we know We are You said that But this is a waste of energy. I get it though. … Read More
I remember you At the skating rink You would have been about fourteen I was nine or ten All my friends were older than me It was Thursday nights They used to play whatever the chart dance music was at the time One of those things that tries to be cool for young teens School … Read More
The view of Tower Works was one of my favourite things as I left or returned to Leeds on the train Now the towers are surrounded by construction and consumed by something new and other and soulless I liked the old view Probably so did many other people But the developers have their sights set … Read More
I’m leaning into the deja vu Bass soaked boxes and piss soaked alleys in between where we light cigarettes, take stock, and step back inside and then we dance The room is caught in the beat The lover of my lover gives me a cold stare The lights change hue Briefly, I am blinded I … Read More