MicroFlashFiction - Steve Coel

Welcome Back [ Customs House ]

arbrofion gweledol / lliw

Born in the Workhouse

Steve Coel

arbrofion gweledol / lliw

Born in the Workhouse

Steve Coel

Welcome Back [ Customs House ]

Steve Coel

Standing
in the doorway to the Custom House
you;
silently mouth a plea for small change.
Not a regular spot.
Not today.
Your recent close shave, is disappearing
and your shoes, are too loose
for comfort.
Waterside busy
you;
are not.
Slow...you are becoming invisible.

Eventually
you;
will disappear. Leaving
only a shadow
in each doorway of this street.

nodiadau.
The shadow of a man, each day up from the
Sally down the docks.
Into town.
Stillness.
In the doors of the Western and Echo.

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Steve Coel

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Born in the Workhouse - Steve Coel

arbrofion gweledol / lliw

Llandanwg, Gwynedd

Born in the Workhouse

Steve Coel

Ideas / Notes.
- crushed and crumpled, twisted by machine
and dumped.

- too many drop dead eyes.

- cheap deals on cheap products.

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Steve Coel

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Born in the Workhouse - Steve Coel

arbrofion gweledol / lliw

Llandanwg, Gwynedd

Born in the Workhouse

Steve Coel

Notes / Ideas.
- canvas shoes sweeping water into grateful holes.

- small dead brick buildings.

- cigarette packet trails among
fallen leaves, kerbside plastic
and empty cans.

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Docks Museum [ Re-visited ]

arbrofion gweledol / lliw

Born in the Workhouse

Steve Coel

arbrofion gweledol / lliw

Born in the Workhouse

Steve Coel

Docks Museum

[ Revisited ]

Steve Coel

Heddiw
dry docks glisten
with salty channel rain
as woollen old men
sit on one of their
favourite benches.
Each is smiling
as together they remember
the songs and laughter
of young, hard welders.

Heddiw
visitors will glance
at walls
of dismal grey photographs.
Some show weary men
and women waving
small half empty
beer glasses
in the air.
Others are of
car empty streets
clogged with leather boots
being dragged
to early shifts.
And some
are of boys playing
scrappy football
with tight balls
of Western and Echo
in muddy parks
bordered with adverts
for cheap beer and bread.

Bob dydd
the old men
will return and sit
and see it all again.
The departing visitors
will not see them.

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Steve Coel

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Steve Coel - Born in the Workhouse

Works like a dream...the city is littered

with used up cars...too many lost people

just wandering around...nervous landscapes...

there's plenty to do when you needs to

be doing more...you looks like yous

broken into your own brown pin stripes...

too many keyholders and kerbside visits.

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Born in the Workhouse

Steve Coel

heb deitl

Born in the Workhouse

Steve Coel

heb deitl

Born in the Workhouse

Steve Coel

heb deitl

Born in the Workhouse

Steve Coel

heb deitl

Born in the Workhouse

Steve Coel

Busy in the studio

working on

Born in the Workhouse.

These pictures / illustrations

are 120 x 80 [ approx. ].

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Steve Coel

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Steve Coel - Born in the Workhouse

heb deitl

Born in the Workhouse

Steve Coel

Born in the Workhouse

Steve Coel

Photographs

torn,

show

long

dead

faces,

long

forgotten

dreams.

Clothes,

ragged

with

age

lie

with

shoes

torn

from

play.

And
young

harsh

eyes

glare

suspiciously,

revealing

dark

rainy

days

and

long

hot

summers

all

faded.

Busy putting together
ideas for
Born in the Workhouse [ 2019 ].

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Steve Coel

An 11.59 Publication

Steve Coel - Born in the Workhouse

heb deitl

Born in the Workhouse

Steve Coel

Busy in the studio.
Putting together ideas for
Born in the Workhouse [ 2019 ].
This is likely to include: film
making of some kind, short performance
pieces as well as microflashfictions.
Trying to keep it all under control
should be fun.

I'm guessing here!

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Steve Coel

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Rust on Cloth [ Re-visited ]

Born in the Workhouse

21018

Steve Coel

Rust on Cloth

[ Re-visited ]

Steve Coel

You walks along striding lengths
of vacant brick walls
where even today
you never sees new cars.

Sliding past
dark pub windows
that shield sun and rain
and bad dreams,
you gets the full yeasty blast
of damp cloth and old men
sharing old stories
over warm beer
and brown fingers.

Working in the studio on ideas for
Born in the Workhouse [ 2019 ].

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Steve Coel

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Steve Coel

Born in the Workhouse

2018 - 2019

Steve Coel

Multi Media Project 2018 - 2019.
Busy in studio.
Lots of writing.
Lots of picture making.

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Steve Coel

An 11.59 Publication

The Wolf Within [ Re-visited ]

21918[i]

Steve Coel

The Wolf Within, originally published
in Chiselled Anthems way back when,
was written after a walk
down the Old Kent.
Take a look around, some things
truly do not change.

The Wolf Within [ Re-visited ]

Steve Coel

Orange medicine cups
litter this early
morning park pavementing
cardboard homes hiding
in scraggy bushes.
And shelters, carefully
built on benches
are being pulled
down for the
day. Plastic sheets
hang on trees
drying as the
mud splattered newly
drunk sleep in
the field before
breakfast.

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Steve Coel

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Scratches jotted on car handles

4/9/18

Steve Coel

Scratches jotted on car handles.

Steve Coel

' Just the one more time. Every time.'

You walks ahead so you can keep an eye on his back. Even now,

now when yous both been on the outside 6 months.

And yous still wearing trademark greys and parallel pockets

with your newest clasp.

Like all bad habits, is difficult to break.

We sees your interesting walk straightaway. Looks like yous

both walking at the same pace. But you isn't. Is trick
you needs to learn. Brings unneeded attention if you

looks like yous running.

Which you is really.

Even so, yous brave. Got to be round this way.

Thing is, yous both got to try harder to stop being

this stupid. Although, fair dos, everyone knows two heads

is better than one.

So well done there.

Is clear peoples got to break you up if theys going to
get better deal than you. And thats how it always starts.
Always. Takes three to break two and four to break three
and so on. Is how wars start.

So; twos easier to deal with. Trust like.

'Knows where you stands with two.'

[ Draft ]

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Steve Coel

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Steve Coel

ymadawiadau

[ 120 x 80 ]

Steve Coel

'...his hand knows where to go to for a song...

[ Desolation Angels, Kerouac ]

microflashfiction - Steve Coel

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Y Diwrnod Arall

llanw isel [ 120 x 80 ]

Arfordir Byw

Steve Coel

Y Diwrnod Arall [ 2018 ]

The Other Day

Steve Coel

Clear you mind, listen carefully...

and don't stop breathing.

Burn Some Dust - Sweet Pearl

Spinning Top - Society Shock

Early Dawn - Star Girl

Glorious Poet - Heart Power

Desert Dream - Rebel Cause

History Writer - Midnight Gem

Fleeting Visit - Spirit Bridge

Dance Diva - Arctic Roll

Pearl Acclaim - Nitro Boost

Medal of Honour - Texas Rock

microflashfiction - Steve Coel

An 11.59 Publication

Rust on Cloth

Taith Araf [ 120 x 80 ]

Steve Coel

Rust on Cloth

Steve Coel

[ Ideas ]

...scratches jotted on car handles...paper packed tight in glove, tears behind ears...dead jeans and dated trainers.

...catching your breath on street corners...gripping your shopping against baggy knees...spirit is ignored here...your addiction is poverty...rust on cloth.

[ Discarded ]
...the smell of wet anorak, warm beer and fuel.

[ Notes ]

[i]...tension builds up and dies away, remains static, or assumes a different pattern.

[ii]...microflashfiction involves a flash of illumination, a shock.

microflashfiction - Steve Coel

An 11.59 Publication

Weekend Pass

UnEven Street

[ 2013 - Present ]

Steve Coel

Weekend Pass

Steve Coel

[ It begins... ]

Grey. A grey dismal sky, disgusted
with seeping sighs at the sight of
cellars of music, cheap meat and
middle aged women with American sailors
careening, preening and screaming,
like angels of delight spewing
on to damp staircases.

Pressing. Pressing new mobiles to ear
young children glare at old timers
clicking tongues on fairground rides
in broken jeans...

Extract from - Weekend Pass.
Performance piece last requested on
National Flash Fiction Day.

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Lighten Up

llanw isel

Arfordir Byw

Steve Coel

Lighten Up

Steve Coel

Mystery man,shadow man
is what they used to call him.
Him a thin whistle at dusk,
the latest three day millionaire
returning from sea to die again
over and over.

Shallower sea back then
better cut cloth
broader smiles.
Now; too many rope marks
and twisted bones on metal
are mixed with drink drunk
sharp curses shared
in dark corners.

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Going On

llanw isel

Arfordir Byw

Steve Coel

Going On

Steve Coel

Poisonous words

leaving a familiar taste.

It's a street thing really.

Really

if it's going down

you're going to know.

Someone will always tell you,

get the message through. So;

stands to reason

you'll either deal with it

or leave.

Quick like.

microflashfiction - Steve Coel

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Heavenly Session

Slow Journey
Steve Coel

Heavenly Session

Steve Coel

Extract 1.

...old guy in the corner doghead we calls him and doghead is what he likes to be called main reason being he's always on about times either had dogs or raced them something like that anyways was coming here before I took over like so could be different reason anyway always in the corner spot always drinks steady like for an old timer not a problem...

Extract 2.
...watching it all go down not seen it this bad before somebody's going to win somebody always does but if you has winners you has losers too just natural like I ain't a loser will always win me always...

Draft Extract from Tin Collector [ An 11.59 Publication ]

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