Thursday, 30 June 2016

short forms 30th June 2016

network
changing her grades
through a backdoor hacktool
reduces her IT  bench test
to'C'


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yellow iris
in the bath-tub pond
chickweeded frog


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sunshine
for the first time
in a fortnight
On the day there's no-one
to help roof the shed


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hatemongering
among the lower classes
statistics

most leave voters
in the over fifties bracket
a desire for the past

end immigration by occupying everywhere


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stinging eyes seven hours of nightmares.

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Wednesday, 29 June 2016

short forms 29th June 2016

her dog
pulled from his grave
in a mouldy old sack
a wish he was alive again.
Regret


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fresh strawberries
in time for Wimbledon
Slug connoisseurs


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gardening plans
ruined by more rain
wettest June ever?
I google the question
and the answer is yes


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Brexit
already can I see
home-inked swastikas

my Italian wife
pays more in British taxes
than you draw in dole money

cancer research, unfunded


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ash keys. so difficult to find.

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Tuesday, 28 June 2016

Teaching Right

Teaching Right


John? John.”

What?” He opened his eyes, or his left at least. His right didn't open. Right. Yeah. He remembered now. He'd been too slow to avoid Jimmy's fist. Too stupid, more like. He rolled over, groaning at the jolt of pain from his ribs where he hit the table going down. There was broken glass next to his head. Shards of pottery. Spots of blood. His? Maybe. Stevie's round face close to tears.

Jesus, John. I thought you were dead.”

It'll take more than that.” He drew his knees up, preparing to stand. “Is he still here?”

No. He's gone out. Mam, too.”

John focused on his brother's face. “He didn't hit you, did he?”

Nah. I hid. He doesn't know where I hide.”

Good.” John knew. Stevie had a shelf at the top of the airing cupboard, above the towels and sheets where their mam couldn't reach to drag him down. At least Stevie wasn't hurt. That made the beatings he got worth it, somehow. Someone would phone the council if a four-year old was bruised. Fifteen year olds, no so much. He rose to his feet to survey the damage. “Help me clean up, Stevie. Jimmie will go spare if he comes home to this.”

short forms 28th June 2016

the boy
brings her flowers;
boxes of chocolates,
the latest Armageddon game.
Romance


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morning sunshine
segues into wind-driven clouds
ash keys


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animated film
less than expected
too much hype
the trailer incorporated
all the best bits


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painting
a portrait of a friend
in oils

first sketch
pleased with the result
white canvas, bleeding paint

*sideways look*


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political games: promoting dissent through Brexit

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Monday, 27 June 2016

short forms 27th June 2016

no kings
but principals
and preachers decide fate
in a Roman Catholic school.
Rebel.


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yesterday's rainclouds
blown by a sunlit breeze
French lavender


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odd dreams
leave me exhausted
night terror
I suspect much of my stress
is fitness related


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flash fiction
sent to publisher
no expectations

not only would it be nepotism
but I couldn't take advantage
of any of the prizes

my entry, returned


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more rain. The grass, waist high

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Sunday, 26 June 2016

short forms 26th June 2016

his face
like spaghetti
and meatballs. His acne
threatens to be infectious on
his friends


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wet grass
in the front garden
the first strawberry ripens


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Sunday morning
parcel delivery man
wakes the household
one huge box from Amazon
one tiny roll of vetwrap


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another attempt
to re-rook the shed
ended in rain

clearing away stems
of polygonum
brings in light

thousands of snails


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Short story contest. Her automatic disqualification.

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Saturday, 25 June 2016

short forms 25th June 2016

a dream
where her mum's ghost
returns to warn her about
the consequences of dating boys.
Condoms.


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morning
the scent of elderflowers
hanging in the air


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tip run
the corrugated bitumen
from the garden
the stink of decomposition
and a mountain of slugs


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driving
to fetch Lina
from work

getting the car out
from the line of family vehicles
a small challenge

getting it in again...


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She's loving jiu-jitsu. Misses training KAPAP

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