Nightmare

Another terrible poem I hope nobody who likes literary talent bothers to read. Yet this is some way of dissipating anger at the unjust conversations taking place around me: 'I had a nightmare getting to the doctors,' says the lady, about her cosmetic surgery, on her luxury holiday. I wish to lean over and say... Continue Reading →

Essentially Complex

Language and millenialism are not easy. In fact, in this world where we must be careful about correctness, am I even millenial? Maybe I'm pre-millenial (I'm a child of the 80s) or post-millenial (as some kind of matter of personal stance on various theories and approaches). In any case, it is right that we are... Continue Reading →

St John’s Wood

They live in houses with walls - modern castles of opulent isolation. Wearing scarves with suits, and driving cars whose doors open, the wrong way round; an unfashionable fashion statement, much like all unfashionable fashion statements produced by over-renumeration in the office. They do not talk to each other: neither in the shop nor on... Continue Reading →

Men in our day

Two women on the train. 'They should bring back national service: Men in our day were brave. Young people now have no idea.' I think of Iraq and Afghanistan, of dead young lads - millennials - paraded in coffins. Repatriated only to the brass military band falling on deaf, dead, ears. Men in your day... Continue Reading →

Foreign in Ex-Pat England

I notice the stuffy British couple on the flight from Sao Vicente to Sal. I make every effort to ensure our eyes do not meet. I remember his unpleasant excitement at gossip when overhearing the kindly Danish lady and I discuss my situation on Santo Antao: 'Did I hear you lost your passport?' Fortunately it... Continue Reading →

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