Skaters

I sit by the skaters because the slap of their boards keeps me current, not lost to previous incarnations but present and upfront. In time with time and in tune with the limits of my worth.

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Contentment and melancholy

Today was the third session with my Time to Write group. We were tasked with writing two poems on the above themes, which I’ve copied below. I haven’t written much in the way of poetry, but I’m pleased with what I managed to produce. I had a great response from the group too! The hydra […]

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Straight On

The cycle route turned right, but the worn road carried on and out of sight behind sprawling brambles. I was curious to see where it ended seeing as the river wasn’t far away, so I carried straight on. Tarmac soon turned to thick gravel, crunching heavily beneath my wheels. Then the track ended and I […]

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Time to Write

I’m very pleased to say I have been accepted onto the Time to Write programme run by Paper Nations, a scheme to support people struggling with their writing practice. Unfortunately, writing has fallen down the list in the last couple of years as family and other commitments have taken priority. I never even considered applying […]

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The message

“Man admits to string of rapes in Manchester area.. “ Colin looks away from the newsfeed on the wall of the bus and down at his phone. He swipes at the pop-ups, just in case any messages have been smothered. Nothing. A flashing ad on the back of the seat forces his gaze. “Protect your […]

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On the way home

Boys in navy blue blazers jostle each other outside the Marriott hotel, looks of uncertainty over what to do with so much privilege. Metres away, skaters slam their boards into the paving slabs on College Green, while pedestrians march through the middle, determined to exert their right of way. A small group gathers on the […]

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Dead leaves

Sam looks at the pavement as they walk. It’s covered with dead leaves and scraps of litter and there are weeds sprouting at the edges. The sight of it makes him uneasy. Meanwhile, his dad is looking up at the sky. There’s a hot air balloon floating overhead, red and yellow striped. Sam can see […]

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Bassline

The car inched forward as rush hour traffic crawled across the junction. A faint rhythm sailed over from the barbershop and Damien picked it up, tapping on the door while he surveyed the street. “So what about Keisha, man? What’s going on?” asked Jerome. Damien leaned back in the seat and put on a grin. […]

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The sky is ours

Their chanting beat against the morning stillness as Ahmed rolled the tyre along with a steady brush of his hand. The youngsters grinned like it was a new game, but the others knew better. This was their duty. Tarek looked back at the pillars of black smoke rising above the buildings. He was used to […]

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