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“The dead comedian beams drollery from the great beyond, moon pale under the studio lights. Knowing his fate has not faded his sparkle – he just shines differently now.”
From ‘Me and my boy watching the dead comedian […]‘ in Roi Fainéant (June, 2023)
“As the flabby bass note sustains the room shrinks and shrivels and it’s not my family’s revulsion I feel but my own despair curdling in the warm juice of your gob-hole.”
From ‘Unpardonable‘ in Briefly Zine (March, 2023)
‘Strange to go against the flow, to squeeze through bodies hell-bent on bagging seats aboard a train going nowhere. Mad to abandon scores of sweaty commuters for-fuck’s-saking in stifling carriages.’
From ‘Calling at: Pharmacy, Florist, and Off-Licence only’ in 100 Word Story (Sept, 2021)
‘Terry noticed her rolling side-to-side, wafting notes of strong white cider and stale tobacco smoke towards him. She seemed to be scrutinising the skyline, perhaps trying to return it to horizontal, as if she were a human spirit level.’
From ‘A Nice Sit Down and a Bit of What You Fancy’ in Truffle (Sept, 2021)
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