Tuesday, 17 November 2009

New banner

I am indebted to talented illustrator (and all round good egg) Hannah Radenkova, for designing a wonderful banner for my blog. Thank you so much Hannah! Now all I have to do is live up to your wonderful image! For those who wish to see more art by Hannah, she's got a lovely blog that will update you on her comings and goings. You should check it out:


Sunday, 15 November 2009

Haute Cuisine

Tangy and bitter
Yet strangely enchanting.
The jury is still out
On whether it counts
As one of your five-a-day.
A guilty pleasure
In which you would never admit
There are no Michelin Stars
In this restaurant.
This delicacy is organic
And gluten free.
Although it may contain nuts.
Tangy and bitter,

Friday, 6 November 2009

Flash fiction poems

Flash fiction is the art of creating a scene or telling a story in the least number of words. Here are two poems originally written for a flash fiction competition. I hope that each creates a compelling image in 50 words or less.


We met at eight.
He was an
Example of masculinity.
Perfect teeth.
A diamond at each cuff
And a single red rose
Blossoming at his lapel
Like a bruise.
Almost a shame to shoot him
I thought
As I slipped away
And the sirens drew closer.

The Party

Lamps sheathed in red silk
Shielding the glare of indiscreet
Plastic cups -
over-filled - are
Into eager hands.
She places a cigarette between
Exotic liquids, dutifully swallowed.
Social Lubrication.
Stench of sweat and latex linger.
Mislaid among the beer bottles.

Sunday, 25 October 2009

Eating a dry cracker

You know when you eat a dry cracker? Not a biscuit or a scone or even a bagel. It has to be a cracker. Like the kind you find at the end of a posh meal, nestling beneath a grape and some European cheese. Accompanied perhaps by a glass of port. Those sort of crackers. You know when you eat one of those? Completely dry? Devoid of the lubricant of butter or jam? Just dry. Like the cracked skin of an empty riverbed? And you crunch and munch the puzzle-pieces of carbohydrate up, slowly, in your mouth. Savouring the sensation and allowing your saliva in mix with the wheat to form a bland paste that clings to the fillings in your teeth before you swallow it down. You know when you eat a dry cracker?

I love that feeling.

Maybe I should have been a cement mixer?