Where's my sister?

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Where's my sister?

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we see you through the laundrette window on the 

high street.

huddled tightly in your blanket you are trying to keep the 

cold from bones and wet hair.

you clasp a book in the dim, cheap light.

a single glove on your other hand, a hat limp against 

your shin.



you are; young yet old, in your city camouflage gazing at 

passing cars, coat muddied, trousers soiled.



"where's my sister?"

"where's my sister?"

you shout.


you are not a fool as later you stand at the pavement edge, 

forgetful, wracked with thoughts, demons and beer.


in framed windows of fire and TVs a city will still ignore 

this frightened man while small children continue to play 

and cause trouble before tea.

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chances are

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chances are.

chances are

chances taken.
              
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money made here, leaves here

money made here, leaves here.

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short film: [ person, with stick, not old, walks away from camera. 

voice over..]


you accept new rules when you step through this hole in the fence.

new laws.

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things will get broken here. been this way for a while. too long. 

what is left is unwanted.


corridors are still marked on the ground. 

lino and nails for rooms with no walls or doors. 


walk across acres and acres of empty promises. 


step carelessly through memories.


even unseen spray can imaginations flake from neglect.



money once made here has now left here.


for good.


REPEAT.


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walking notes.

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day time hide aways.


in back spaces, unseen from roads and rear view mirrors.

between rubble and broken glass, shaking hands, shaken.

tracksuits worn to hide shape, weapons, sex.


no names. 


trade is invisible, unknown.

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UnEven Street

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UnEven Street

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UnEven Street

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UnEven Street

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Sample illustrations for Tin Collector [ 2016 ]

Tin Collector [ 2016 ] is becoming a focused, feverish 

collection of flash fiction and assorted images.


The ideas, and the experiments that drive it, are 

multilayered and as a whole they form a soundscape that 

reflects the urban environments they present.


This is a text that doesn't stay still.


I like that.


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Cycling For Happiness

Cycling for Happiness

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In all fairness she'd expected the water to be pretty cold. 

After all, it was November and the summer hadn't been 
anything like she had hoped and she knew well enough that 
what her family really needed was to get some sun on their 
bones. 

But there you go, what you gonna do about it?

So, even being short of money and that, she'd taken them 

all away for the weekend for a treat, the break she 

reckoned would do them all a bit of good.

Houses were mostly boarded up it being out of season but 

she had managed to book them into a side street B and B. 

Thing is the rides on the front were all boarded up for 

the winter too. 

As a result the kids were generally pretty miserable, 

but they say that a change of scenery can put a lot of 

other things in the shade. 

So they say.

Like i've heard that if a car drives on to your foot 
adrenalin gives you the strength to pick the car up so 
as how you can move your foot to safety. 

So I've heard.

Still, no-one's really sure where she got the strength to go 

into the water with the kids like that.

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Footnote:

A version / draft of this microflashfiction story appears in the 

April 2015 UK Edition of flashfloodjournal.

Walking Backwards

Walking Backwards.

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Our hero figures that if he hangs around by the tube station long 

enough then it stands to rights that some pretty lady will 

eventually notice him, like what they see, stop and start chatting 

to him.

That's what our hero figures anyway.

For, [ if the truth be known ], our hero is genuinely trying to 

stop the rot of a miserable existence. 

Misinformed and simple is the unfortunate combination our hero 

inherits from a bully, he will never meet, who dated his 

unwilling, frightened and lonely mother briefly at an evening class.

However; after several saturdays standing around outside the tube 

station, mainly spent chewing his favourite gum and trying to read 

the free newspaper, our hero is now beginning to think that this 

particular idea might lack merit. 

Yes, he has been spoken to. 

Not by pretty ladies.

No. 

The PCSO's simply wondered if he was, well, simply lost.

The hostile newspaper vendor, on the other side of the entrance to 

the tube station, who keeps telling him to 'fuck off', doesn't 

really count in his overall estimation of things.

Now,our hero decides, [ even though the initial fire has most 

definitely not been his fault, he'll blame the vendors cigarette 

and not his ], it best if he goes the long way home. That way he 

can avoid all the fuss and give himself some time to come up with a 

new and even better way of meeting some pretty ladies.

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