bran tub

bran tub i am sat beside a large tub. it is filled with light brown soil, supporting a shrub that is unknown to me. perhaps it has origins in Japan. it reminds me of a bran tub

flapjack pigeons

flapjack pigeons a thin, grey lunch break inside a great, glass greenhouse: my numb fingers, break a Bakewell tart flavoured flapjack, into beak-sized bites,

joe kelley’s dick size

most men who cry silently about the size of their cock, do their best to compensate by getting a big truck with a huge sound system, so that they can parade down the street

the hero

forgot exactly what impulse drove him/her to med school, like an idealistic lawyer forgets quickly, the way that they thought “justice” would prevail in the courtroom &

sleeptalker

things done in the day that s/he doesn’t want him/her to know come out at night when s/he sleeptalks & upon waking, s/he worries that something might’ve come out,

Corporal Jones?

Was chatting to a friend yesterday and the subject of tolerance was raise. Religious, I think, though it could be any branch.

A British Spy 2

Gabriel was driving very fast, ultra fast on the highway. He felt at home with the music of Mozart's 40th played by Michiko Uchida. His eyes turned cold and emotionless as he sped faster.

A British Spy

M entered the room. Gabriel was smoking a cigarette on the couch. M sat down across from him: "So you wish to be a British Spy?" "Of course. Is that a problem?"

Dying

The day began with the sun wrestling for attention in the crisp of air

Hunger

we know she’ll be back in the morning of our awakening mid-night shift tired from waitress duties

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