middle lane birds

around church stretton - steve coel

along grassed up middle lane birds 

swoop as insects 

skirt and skit...

time held in place, bells

distant with summer smells brown

and crinkled blue.


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studio

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in the studio, selecting pictures for Tin Collector.

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kildas song

kildas song.

[ written by a wall, on the island overlooking the ocean ]


quarrels echo across the yard towards a large watery 

gate 

grey. figures turn; hiding their hands and run, 

as animals scatter with the wind that howls 

down the hill


women gather, and men glare behind vast whiskers.

in photographs heavy locks 

fasten decisions about the outside.


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Microflashfiction - Steve Coel

Travel Notes.

...blasts on metal kits and clips of rubber on hackneyed 

streets...bottles drunk from damp fingers and hair touching 

woollen shoulders...toes shrunken in pebbles as lights 

flicker across pink water on grey boats and limp buildings...

flimsy machines collecting coins and live dreams from 

fragile bones, damp hands and nylon shoes.

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Frayed Trousers

Frayed Trousers

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it was always going to be the rings on his fingers. 

dead giveaway. 

every time.


not his car coat. not his appalling smile just before 

he lost it.

his cheap shoes, the shoes he liked a lot, and his too 

long frayed trousers, just seem to go unnoticed. 


strange that.


scam is what he would call it. is all.

people watch too much TV see.


so...just a few backhanders, a couple of meetings and 

the usual sealed envelope.

he didn't hurt anyone; anyone you'd care about anyways.


well, did he?


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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.

Arfordir Byw

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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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