February 2012
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Sometimes I read poetry out loud to hear the sound... →
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January 2012
10 posts
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BLOG #2
So I’ve been working (unpaid volunteering via the JobCentre, so ‘working’) at the New Brighton Heritage Centre.
Heard of it? Didn’t think so.
Basically, the seafront near my home town was once the resort town to go to; we had the biggest outdoor swimming pool in Europe, had the biggest Tower in England (50 feet bigger than Blackpool, a-thank you) and we had a rich history...
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TO GAME OR NOT TO GAME.
Now, an apology before I begin, because my brother, sister & best friend are all members of a group which I will now proceed to denigrate, deride and generally defecate on, verbally at least. You all know I still love you, even though you do, on occasion, irritate me beyond all belief or reason.
So, I’m going to talk about the word ‘gamer’.
Meaning, not as the logical...
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UNTITLED
see, here’s the thing you don’t understand,
that you just cannot comprehend;
we are THOSE kind of people.
the better kind, the brilliant kind,
the kind you wait your entire mundane existence
to meet. we’re the dreamers,
the visionaries; prophets, genius-
the straight-up
down-right
so-fucked-up-it’s-beautiful
honest-to gods
FREAKS OF FUCKING NATURE!
and you love us.
we make this sorry...
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THE TAG POST
#my life as fiction ; stuff that has, more or less for a given value of true, happened to me.
#blogging a blog ; generally not reviews or actual work, just thinking thinky thoughts out loud.
#to be redone ; stuff i need to redo.
#to be continued ; stuff i need to continue.
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TRAVELLING
Lying in the back seat, all bunched up because you’re too big for the space.
Bags or jacket or jumper rolled up under your head, because the moulded plastic of the door is an intolerant pressure on your skull, and your sock-clad feet nudged up against the window crank of the other door, shoes had been toed off into the footwell hours ago.
Half asleep, the figures in the front seats look...
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BLOG #1
I hate the phrase ‘life is short’.
It’s not - it’s the longest thing we’re ever going to do. Name one thing that you KNOW is longer. And none of that after-life bullshit - none of it is certain and certainly not in any way provable.
So - life is long. Longer than anything else you’re going to do, beyond decompose and I really doubt that you’re aware for that (at least, I hope not). It’s more...
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FOR CHARLIE
i wonder if your sky is like mine,
if the clouds go on forever
or if there’s blue, where you are.
i wonder if you like tea
and the smell of pennies, or blood.
it’s strange - a kind of technophilia,
loving you from far away.
i hate the ocean. i never liked it
but now it’s evil, terrible, mean.
i wonder about your cuddle position,
if you’d mind that i snore
and sing in my sleep, and...
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I CALL SHOTGUN
‘Hey - y’ever wonder bout how dey make those…’ Oliver waggled his hand out in front of his face, the muscles loose and pliant, ‘Dose little mints? Y’know, wit the hole in em?’ Toby turned his head toward his friend - it took far to long to do, but his skull felt heavy - like it was full of warm water. He felt like he was swimming, really - everything was slow and he could feel the air around...
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UNTITLED
I run through heaven with the flames of hell at my feet;
wanton fire that licks and laps it way across, over, under my skin.
Baby, you can keep whatever’s left of me, any part or portion.
If I abandon myself to this, to fall, it’s all going to be alright -
you’ll choose what’s right for me, what’s Right.
Take me, take these smouldering shards that cracked in the heat;
cover me in bites and...
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HIPBONES
I’ve always loved hipbones - call it a fetish, a fascination or just a warm appreciation.
I love the dip and curve of them, the hard angles so close to the surface. Never the same shape or in the same place; as every bit as unique as the skin that covers them. I love to touch them - to draw my fingers over their rise and fall, tracing letters and patterns. Light and careful, so not to...