Tuesday, April 15, 2014

An Unreliable Witness

George Stavrinos

Our decision to visit the cemetery wasn’t for any particular reason other than it’d been a while since we’d all been together and even longer since we’d visited dad’s grave.
Subsequently none of us could remember the exact location, spreading out among the rows of headstones like birds in a freshly ploughed field; we scanned the names while mum, frail and bent like a question mark, followed behind.
To be honest, I’m not the best person to be telling you this, I’ve already misled you. The decision to visit dad’s grave was Sally’s. We were all around at hers for Easter and as we began the meal she made the suggestion as if she’d only just thought of it. I could see from Janet’s face that she would rather not have had this opportunity to revive the painful past, but never one to stand up and be counted, she made no objection. Nobody did, least of all me, the one who, in the eyes of my sisters, carries the burden of being at least partly responsible for his death.

Thursday, March 27, 2014


photo by P.I.

From up here
The town shrugs on a brand new coat
And looks back at me over one shoulder
I smile
As if to placate her barking dogs
But England is
And will always be
Unable to close the open shape
Or cover her cleavage
Unwilling to look me in the eye

Sunday, March 09, 2014

via dornob

"Solitude is a place I like to visit; but I wouldn't wanna live there." ~ Pisces Iscariot

Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Are you on fire?

Episode Twenty Five

Apart from the grisly actions enacted upon a certain DESK CLERK by one Cajones - actions which may or may not be excused as being governed by the ancestral killing instinct of a ‘domesticated’ feline - that cat had certainly killed any curiosity with regard to the anatomy and the psychology of violent transaction - Atom has no experience of violence.
The depiction of violence in what Atom has learned to understand as Entertainment bears little resemblance to its reality; this entertaining depiction of violence as a way of life has not prepared him for its visceral nearness, its immediate intent.

Episode Twenty Four | INDEX


Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Wagging Tales & Whisky Breath

Episode Twenty Four

‘Like a dog I see the world,’ thinks Atom, ‘waiting for it to throw me a bone.’
And like a dog, our hero is bound by blind trust.
He is shocked both by the impolite proximity of the policeman’s face to his own and by the spiritual fragrance emanating from the encounter.

See Mad Scientist’s Notebook (Entry No 1.10)