The eleventh tablet

If it gets dark don’t we just put the light on until the darkness has gone? that’s good in theory but the illness that besets us makes us weary of these undefinables. I blow my bubbles trapped inside them and escape with the vapours that rise from without them a necromancer dancing to the dead…

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Offspring

Kids singing ‘twinkle twinkle’ someone ought to tell them how far away the stars are and for most kids who’ll never reach them we should teach them that it’s not the end. But these are the hand me down songs for the little ones, the ones that give them hope for the future, the songs…

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The weekend wake

The monsters hide behind the nightlight I long for the daylight, but escape through the skylight, there’s a slight slope to the tiles and I slide down, where down is many miles but not as many miles as there are monsters hiding. Look at me mummy, sliding over the starnbergersee, Idiot! that was Eliot. I…

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