Pendulum Even when it’s quiet I can hear the tock of a non-existent clock that prods me from rest with a bony-fingered ‘get up, there’s work to be done’. It’s king clock, a regal tock beating future’s ruthless march: the sneering crump of boot on road – by the left, tick tock! A chronographic […]
Cracking… 100 words
Layers – 100 words
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 […]