All the words in this poem were taken from the personal ads in one edition of Metro News - though not necessarily in this order, of course.

A rainy day in Greece

Loss of innocence in the 1960s

I am not I I am not you I am neither singular nor plural – I am the absence of I, not the opposite, the absence of you, I am the presence of something that does not exist.

Its been there for as long as anyone can remember. The tower. It stands like an ice-pick, pushing through vines and shrivelled leaves, giving way to an arrow-head roof patched with moss.

It’s been a good week all round, which is strange as weeks aren’t normally round (I’ve said this before).

Slice of life fiction about sometime drug dealer Nicky and the people he meets. Short story about his meeting with Spark, a local musician.

i opened my eyes , i seemed to be in a hospital bed . the nurse walked in and then she said ,"well you had quite a hit to the head. what were you doing last night?"