doodle



'doodle'

by 

steve coel


deathbed.

right up to his dying moment.


hospital bed, fussy frightened nurses, bitter violent relatives, 

security keeping a close eye, just in case.


got the nickname he dies with straight after he left borstal for 

the last time. first time in jail he had already made his 

reputation, even though he was still a kid, just a boy. because 

reputations, if handled well, can last a life time and he wasn't 

lucky, he was focused. so he started out at the top and finished 

at the top.


like they say, never judge a cover. evil when he had to be, 

dangerous even. real villains always had time for him, respect 

given and received.


and now, 70 years on, dying, like we all do, but in his case, 

really badly.

pencil, paper, all he ever wanted.

in truth, all he ever needed.


An 11.59 Publication

dechrau newydd




dechrau newydd

by 

steve coel


'the streets didn't look very good, they seldom did.'
[ charles bukowski ]


through the one way mirror, she watches him. a single document 

that will kill not only the two of them straight away, but 

countless others who follow. she willed him not to sign. willed 

him to stop. turn, walk away, but being too frightened to cry out 

and warn him, she passed out and fell. so now; in small rooms 

where nightmares live, broken shapes pass each other and time is 

memory, love forgotten.



Arfordir Byw
steve coel


An 11.59 Publication, Birmingham