White Painted Walls

There was a spider on the wall of Dad’s bedroom. It was about the size of a grape, but that was big enough. Can you get rid of it, I asked.  Dad just smiled his lazy smile, not even looking away from the television.  The next day, there were three or four of them, larger […]

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Cause for celebration

As seen on CafeLit. The man waits with tender anticipation, his palms face down on the table. He wears a faint smile at the thought of what is to come but also at how things have come to be, the days, the years, turning everything mellow like a softening fruit. A smell wafts in from […]

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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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Two birds

Kevin glanced out of the window as a magpie landed in the neighbour’s garden. He quickly turned away, but the fear had already set in and he dragged himself back to the window. The bird was pecking at the ground, trying its luck in the cracks between the patio stones. Kevin pressed his face against […]

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A house to call home

This is my second attempt at poetry and is on the subject of housing. I couldn’t think of a decent title and probably need to work on my formatting, but I enjoyed writing it. As before, any comments, likes, not likes or cheques in the post are welcome. “Can I help you?” asks the man […]

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Flammable materials

Her little arms flop around my sides while I push her up and down with big breaths. I try to  imagine how it must feel; the heartbeat, the airway, the warmth, as womb like as possible since exiting the real thing. In this moment, I know exactly what I’m doing. No doubts, no distractions, just […]

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Not in this Family 

Gayle held the pot to her abdomen as she stood in the middle of the front garden. “How about here, Sophie? What do you think?” Sophie contorted her mouth and looked down at the gravel space that was plugged with tufts of grass. Then she shrugged. “Okay.” “I think this is a good spot,” added Gayle. […]

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Why

    “Why?” screams Charlie. “Why?” His little voice wavers into falsetto tones as he swings his bag against a parked car. “Because I already bought you one, now come on!” She senses eyes on her, but they’re nothing new, like a lifetime of mosquitoes. Charlie’s wailing seems to take the capacity out of his legs, so […]

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