Municipal Misgivings
Dustmen The dustmen come every Friday. Residents put their trash out the night before. We neither see nor hear the bin men, but the Council ensures our refuse is taken to the dump next to the old Art Deco cinema. I saw Old Lady Slippers and her ancient husband in the new movie at The Gaumont this week! They disappeared …
The Ejection of Anima
Open Casket Did she just wink?Something about her beauty was…off.The beryl of her eyes?The barest invitation of a pout? That wasn’t it.Nor was it the chatoyancy of her skin.The hair, perhaps? Ethereal waves that might carry you off without an anchor.No.The tilt of the nose, then?Just a nose…But, sixteen eyelashes twitch, release themselves and crawl down her cheek.Ah yes, the …
The Catch
Whilst the North Sea commits suicide over the rocks of Northumberland, the town’s fishermen repair their nets and pots. It’s hard to figure the coarse, knotty meshes piled at their feet for the silken webs the men back home spin over their heads; like the most skilled pizzaiuolo, my fellow Florentine’s artistry set their nets so delicately on the Arno. …