Layers Lasagne, remote from Italy, but I don’t mind sometimes I soak pasta so it scissors for neater layers, sometimes I forget, then it snaps hidden veg gets blended, then fried with pancetta, or not, if I forgot, if I’m healthy, I drop mopped fat, plop in the bin (septic tanks don’t stomach it well) […]
Dear Younger Self – 100 words
The Bomb – 100 words
The bomb A person is only organs, electricity and water, carried in a bag of skin, stuffed with preferences and love, stories and regrets: a life compressed. Yet, sometimes you think you’re nothing important, one speck of humanity in the brutal desert of history. Who’d even notice …? Know there will be an explosion […]
Play – 100 words
Play Children splash in puddles, see how far their snot stretches, shout louder than lions. It’s vital, educational, expressing themselves, letting off steam Until they learn that sitting still is better than finding equilibrium on a single chair leg, and silence is preferable to yodelling. ‘Thank you very much,’ and ‘please may I?’ get […]
Pressure – 100 words
Pressure Sometimes I dream of tears rushing like fat, slaking globs of rain after the drought. Rolled in dust – marking dry rivers at first as the wilting landscape looks on desperate and panting. Blobs tense from the need to burst with wetness. Flow, pour, flood me with quench, it urges, no deluge is […]