Tuesday, 19 May 2015

Reporting For Duty





He looks at his watch every thirty seconds or so.
He's new around here although the tic at the corner of his mouth shows

The receptionist says 'sorry. I can't remember your name...'

He takes off his tie.

'Tucker' he says. 'With a T'.




 

Saturday, 16 May 2015

Election Reflection



A rib-cage full of anxieties
all concentrating
on one sharp point
that targets
the heart.

Difficult to express all this
with an X in a box.

Thursday, 7 May 2015

A Planet Constructed From Egg Cartons



My face is split in two by the thunderbolt that cracks the silver moon of the shaving mirror. A black hair makes a question mark on the porcelain as two space ships land on the planet inside my head. The surface of the planet is like an egg carton. I know these ships. I can even tell you the year that they are landing in. It’s a year that once seemed part of a far off unimaginable future that is now very much part of the far off distant past: so far back in time now as it was once so far off in the future. 

Earlier, it had felt like big black clouds had been passing by
although there was no discernible change in the light.

Tuesday, 5 May 2015

Saturday, 2 May 2015

The Flea Market Clock




The clock has a face the colour of buttermilk and the glass is coated in dust so thick I could write my name in it.

The stall is owned by an old lady.
She looks like a broom wearing a housecoat.

When I get home I wipe the dust from the face.

The clock had looked old when I saw it on the stall. Perhaps it had belonged to the old lady before all of the years had swept on by.

I flip it over and see that it has a battery compartment.

It’s more 1980s than 1890s.

Never mind.

There’s already a screw in the wall in just the right place – it’s if the wall has been waiting for this very clock for all of its life.

I hang it on the wall.

The clock keeps good time. 

Very good time indeed if you don’t mind things running in reverse.

When 1985 comes around again I decide enough is enough and take the battery out.

Pages

Morlock Oil

Morlock Oil
A new collection of stories available now . Click on image for details.

The Quest Of Great Celtic Mystery

The Quest Of Great Celtic Mystery
New Chapbook Available (email rockinahill@gmail.com for details)

Furrow

Furrow
Bunchgrass Press

Essential guides for the journey...