Category: London
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The Gate
I wrote this piece as my final essay for Dark Mountain’s Finding the Words When the Story is Over writing workshop, which took place in March 2021. I submitted it to several literary journals but no one wanted it, so the editor of this website decided to publish it now. As the second coming of […]
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The Fifth of November
You somehow areevery step on fallen leafeach rumbling carand crosswalkevery corner pubcoffeeshop benchand football ground at duskthe sound of approaching trainsand unplayed gigs.Every colour of London is you.
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remember, remember
red dust glimmernight frosted in smoke andnovember sulfurcrackle, pop over theeast london linefingers frigidheart burningover old coalsso here we are again, playing with fire
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winter solstice, greenwich park
rain. the kind that feels like it will never let up, except it does and then starts again in another bucketing shower that sounds like someone put their thumb over the end of the garden hose and pointed it at at the roof. it’s been raining, mostly, since i arrived back from the desert a […]
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the mouse
it was after work some weeks ago, and i’d skipped out at 4.45pm on friday with plans to meet my cousin and her daughter for a special dinner at the oxo tower. they were visiting from california, and it is a rare treat when a member of my family is both wonderful and kindred enough […]
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on margate sands
On Margate Sands. I can connect Nothing with nothing. The broken finger-nails of dirty hands. My people humble people who expect Nothing. la la To Carthage then I came there is a victorian pavilion in margate where ts eliot wrote the third section of his most famous poem, ‘the waste land’. it’s the sort of […]
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a walk to the chislehurst caves
in an effort to get my blogging chops back up (obviously, it’s been awhile), i want to talk about bill’s and my recent walk to the chislehurst caves. chislehurst is a leafy suburb of southeast london that is, incidentally, not all that far from where we live in hither green. now, those of you who […]
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things i want to tell londoners
as i roll into nearly a year of working full time in central london, i have come to understand – and in some cases loathe – my commute. actually, most of the time my commute works like a well oiled machine, but there are still aspects of it that baffle, confound and annoy the shit […]
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