November 28th, 2008 |
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Volume II: Wastelands
25th November from 7pm at babahogs — Telltales – a night for new writing in Falmouth. Whether it’s short stories, feature extracts, poetry, travel journals or any other words you’ve written this is your chance to get it out. Telltales takes place on the last Tuesday of every month. This month its the 25th November […]
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November 27th, 2008 |
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Volume II: Wastelands
Rising to the warmth of a day, peering from slumber, to feel that crisp dawn. dusting off the night-time, shedding aromatic dreams, porruos to darwinian theories, desperate to feed on the tastey flesh of knowledge. snowflakes of colour, abstracts of form, bend and twist and glimmer in the newborn sun. fluid forms from the moonlight-china-cup […]
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November 27th, 2008 |
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Volume II: Wastelands
It was a tired patch of grass at the end of the road. No-one ever went there, why would they? Just scree and scrap, worthless, pointless, brilliant. It was my end of the road – laid claim to and conquered – with my bramble bushes and my muddy puddles giving way to foreign fields and […]
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November 27th, 2008 |
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Volume II: Wastelands
“A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many, I had not thought death had undone so many…” T.S Eliot, Unreal City, The Waste Land, 1922. Heads down. Eyes down. Heart down. Mood down. Its always down, here. Buckling down to work – the 8 til 8 – heading down underground, Day after day. Eyes fixed […]
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November 27th, 2008 |
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Volume II: Wastelands
In the latter part of the 15th century Spanish citizens who were not of the Catholic faith were subjected to the Inquisition. This is the fictional narrative of Yeshua Mendoza, a young man of the Jewish faith, following his arrest and incarceration. I was led down stone steps. When we reached the bottom I was […]
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November 27th, 2008 |
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Volume II: Wastelands
This story takes place inside the freezer compartment of my fridge. Picture a sub-Alaskan wilderness of snow and ice, Birdseye garden peas roaming free across an Arctic tundra. Bleak territory, hypothetical reader, bleak territory indeed. Neither man nor beast has dared breach the interior of this barren land in going on two, maybe three years, […]
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November 27th, 2008 |
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Volume II: Wastelands
I’m sitting at the bar doing the Guardian crossword. I’ve been stuck on six down all morning: The quality of being in accord with standards of right or good conduct. Eight letters starting with M. Razzle dings the food bell and shouts from the kitchen. “Remember to push the cake!” “I’m only asking them if […]
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