Category Archives: Poetry and writing

Civic Block Print

First we enter a series of interconnected rooms     post-ghetto porous nodes linked by bus routes voting patterns where two boroughs converge the new bridge slips a jack Maddy who was with me at the time compared Bishopsgate to the muscular sheet metal topography of Dubai Bateman’s Row leads to light industry    the 67 to               Dalston isContinue reading “Civic Block Print”

Closed Circuits III-V

III I told myself I was [pause] beautiful – installed a security door with steel grille – feeling centrifugal [inaudible] or [pause] partly like a photograph [inaudible] you know like with bonnets and those [pause] but luckily they got it all on tape there was this one time a wolf just scurried past my doorContinue reading “Closed Circuits III-V”

Closed Circuits I-II

Closed Circuits I Quango invites you to a roller disco. Glide inline.        Bring out your dead. Prepare to be crowdsourced. Wait for the punch to rearrange your cartilage – make of your spine a cudgel for the package holiday you booked reality up for. A door reveals itself like a nailbomb in the empty hangarContinue reading “Closed Circuits I-II”

Untitled

My uncle was dispensing financial advice when the floods came. I was walking out on the jetty and frantically closing windows. He was recommending ISAs, which was strange as the sun was flat. I used the colour drop tool to change the sky. Brickwork was falling and then I was gripping it in my handsContinue reading “Untitled”

Edinburgh Fringe

I’m just back from a four-day trip to Edinburgh where I saw a whopping sixteen shows, including the fantastic, surreal office farce Flesh and Blood and Fish and Fowl (pictured above). In customary Fringe style, I am reviewing my shows using a complex star-rating system, out of five. Flesh and Blood and Fish and Fowl (BarrowContinue reading “Edinburgh Fringe”