Experimental Short Fictions - Steve Coel. Text + Images - Curated by An 11.59 Publication, Birmingham
Greedy Laughter
Here-
Where...filmed movement is bound by derelict building and deadwood fire..
Where...silent conversations are concerned and paper free..
Where...official tattooed authority is broken by wired library bench seat..
Where...early evening heron fishing gets plastic bag poison water netted..
Where...greedy laughter clings to painted doorway shadow..
is the place language comes to die.
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Frosted Vision
Here -
Where...narrow lane adventures are captured in muddy headlight and cry of tortured bird..
Where...broken lives are inherited..
Where...evening shadows lie distressed on ripped rock and moss border..
Where...isolated youth walk through decades of frosted vision..
Where...small trees blanket fallen brick..
is the place language comes to die.
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Escape Bags
Here -
Where...painted grief remains peeled along rubbished waterway..
Where...stabbed fist gestures halt illegal commerce..
Where...distorting voices emerge from collapsed shop door crowd..
Where...coin bagged exchange between enemies is shaped by secret patterned movement..
Where...loose clothing slopes into hidden wood seeking instant escape..
is the place language comes to die.
...we should all read Experimental Short Fiction...
Lee Mackenzie, Poet, Artist
Dull Flowers
Here -
Where...yesterdays comical events sit buried in vintage blue cement..
Where...blistered streams fall into backyard shed..
Where...dull flowers pilfer hedgerow litter..
Where...stone-engined vehicles bruise centre lane grass..
Where...weightless men saunter into cotton hospital shroud..
is the place language comes to die.
Etched Arm
Here -
Where...ripped memory is etched into electric wall..
Where...enveloped escape payments lie forgotten..
Where...plastic bag purchase is photographed and questioned..
Where...traffic stamps impatiently along ditched street..
Where...broken fence literature is sprayed on machined older arm..
is the place language comes to die.
