Category Archives: Underground

Jes, Graffiti Kid

I’m bored. Nothing ever happens in this crummy town; even the beach is a snooze, full of old people in cardigans shuffling along the front looking for cheap tearooms. They shout and wave their walking sticks at you if you … Continue reading

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…When angry, paint Bamboo

Years had gone by – decades, and still no real change. The bamboo grew dense and high, rattled by the breeze and furious in the gales which often struck it. Unexpectedly, there’d be periods of calm when only an occasional … Continue reading

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Two Letters…

…Landed on the mat today – An ‘Amazing Offer’ of a free trial to facilitate my online purchasing. Apparently I’ll love the improvements they’ve made, and I won’t believe what changes have happened since my last membership. My last membership? … Continue reading

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Uncommon Toad

I met a toothless, tailless toad just walking blithely down the road and when accosted by two enquiring lads who’d never seen a toad before – as they were city boys whose main delight was at the floodlit skateboard park … Continue reading

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Ceasefire?

  Will you fire your deadly weapons As the cruelty merely deepens Will you weep for a lost future As the surgeons try to suture A country smashed to pieces While compassion just decreases We, who helpless watch and wait … Continue reading

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Any Change ?

Shifting trucks as bundled workers Trundle loads to delivery bays Open warehouse doors absorbing, Devouring product for days and days Vast deliveries for hungry shelves. Crowds of shoppers, mass consuming Thinking only of themselves Stacks of food, warm clothes and … Continue reading

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… with Gin and Bitters

It’s April again and the calendar shows Saturday 1st, her ‘Wedding Day.’ The ‘first’ was much discussed, due to the April fool’s tradition of course, but it was the only weekend Frank could get leave from his new posting. Anyway, … Continue reading

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Cross Purposes

Gerald was roused from his after dinner nap by a persistent knocking at his front door. Heaving himself up out of his chair, he lumbered to the hall and opened the door to a chirpy, blonde young woman wearing a … Continue reading

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Sleep Won’t Come

I lie heavy in my bed The darkness solid round my head The bedclothes press on me like lead I shake with fear Just hollow sounds of night I hear I stare into the black I cannot see But sleep … Continue reading

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Strange Connecting Trains of Thought

Shadows fall around my eyes as odd creatures materialise in them. The flint-hard shapes cutting the space like ancient arrow heads. Shimmering light and dark, edged white with history’s chalky coating. The stealth of long lost nights creeping silent and … Continue reading

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