Hands typing on type-writer

They Told Us

They told us we were special, Each gift-wrapped like collectables, scraping ink into papers on tables with cries for help engraved into tainted wood.   They told us we had talent, From colouring inside the lines, bringing outlines to life, with rainbows and felt-tips, tip-toeing across the blank space Like crowds, protesting, chaos over what … Continue reading They Told Us

18:19

Ruler marks across the country scribbled lives and pencilled-in faces, adjoining places with families and names they don't know. They'll just pass them through the window.   A snap-shot, no, scrapbook, just quick visions of insight into their person. The clothes they wear, suitcase or phone a face without a name  A smile is enough. … Continue reading 18:19

cat chat poetry

CAT CHAT

My cat whines at me in what sounds operatic. Harmonising with itself. Itself being its reflection in the oven door. Maybe it just wants a chat. I realise, after asking what’s wrong, as if she can respond, can translate my ‘can you be quiet?’ in to something feline. I realise, two hours later, after shutting … Continue reading CAT CHAT

audience of people

WE ARE AFRAID

We are afraid of our youth. For those older than us envy it, have already had it, but aren't considered selfish to want a second-go. We are afraid of not ever possibly being home-owners, for that's what those on the news have said, and we must believe them (as we're spoon-fed.) We are afraid of … Continue reading WE ARE AFRAID

A Hypothetical Job

Once again the paper is jammed tightly strung like my tolerance in the lift, immersed in a duvet of strangers, a huddle of workers, where all we have in common is our morning Starbucks run.   We don't take the stairs, we have a reputation to uphold for why do things ourselves when the computer … Continue reading A Hypothetical Job