The patched and painted canvas of the small tents clustering round the Big Top was beginning to smell damp as the sun went down. A guy-rope slackened off as the dew settled, and the passing soldier itched to tighten it properly; but the two sheilas and his new army buddy William were pulling him on,… Continue reading Sideshow
...Her friend Cat seemed to be in love, and, boringly, to be in love with someone else, and Daisy herself felt isolated, surplus to need and ready for recycling, grey as the compound walls; colourless...
Rain slants across the valley. The sky black as a valley floor, weighty as valley walls...
‘I love Christmas!’ Cyst was angrily untangling some tinsel...
Finding Under Difficult Circumstances by Pam Swanborough By the time you read this anything might have happened. She might have fallen in love by the time you read this. By the time you read this she might be dead. For that’s just how it works. Don’t feel bad for reading. It’s just how things work.… Continue reading Finding Under Difficult Circumstances
Iseult lived by the water. She lived by the wide brown river. Her eyes were brown and her skin was brown. Iseult lived by the water and she didn’t know she was drowning.
Uncurls the fern in spring’s dawny damp; unfurls the shawling wind across the falling heights of winter’s decay.
Wind runs strong from the home of Morningstar, I’ll hunt at Old Farm, for Cold Farm will smell me coming tonight...
Mather the thief pushed through the stink of people at Covent market, eyed the singer’s begging-bowl of pinchbeck, moved on
A kitten wandered away from his milky mother, and met a snake in the grass...
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