MicroFlashFiction: Half Stolen Buildings, Steve Coel. Set 2 - 23/4/24


Set 2

* Grey Water * Adult Hands * Machine Winnings * Wired Beauty


Grey Water - Steve Coel

Here - 

Where...hollow buildings shadow painted movement..

Where...decaying plastic childhood lies perched on slopes of tall decaying tree..

Where...repaired jigsaw roads wait for seasonal pacing and frosty morning..

Where...starched wrinkled skin sticks to stretched bone..

Where...daily trauma functions alongside passing rumour..

is the place language comes to die.


Adult Hands - Steve Coel

Here -

Where...sponsored imagination drains away through rusting pipe..

Where...illegal plastic high releases urgent stammered step..

Where...solitary private glass is windowed in shoddy single drinking room..

Where...stolen adult hands are nailed..

Where...blow factory wall rags by-pass toughened water..

is the place language comes to die.


Machine Winnings - Steve Coel

Here - 

Where...failure becomes a habit..

Where...values are challenged and always disputed..

Where..machine winnings replace job prospects..

Where..happiness is solitary, forgotten and distant..

Where...teenage anger lasts long into retirement..

is the place language comes to die.


Wired Beauty - Steve Coel

Here -

Where...drowned road happiness is traded for pennies..

Where...beauty is inked into loose skin..

Where...shop door dispute is hostel knuckled..

Where...salted air breathing is painful reminder of loss..

Where...wired thought becomes backroom industry..

is the place language comes to die.


Half Stolen Buildings, Steve Coel


Documentary Fiction Photography


MicroFlashFiction: Half Stolen Buildings, Steve Coel. Set 1 - 23/4/24


Set1

* Steel Mesh *Fingered Paper *Roped Water * Fuzzy Pictures #2


Steel Mesh - Steve Coel

Here -

Where...shaded front windows blank out screamed memory..

Where...watered gravel road hides handshake meeting..

Where...cheap endeavour is forced..

Where...emotion is mid-air and blank eyed...

Where...coat collar romance is early evening and morning drunk..

is the place language comes to die.


Fingered Paper - Steve Coel

Here -

Where...natural postered walkthrough is dog bagged and puddled.. 

Where...powder lines are littered across cheap vinyl floored food station..

Where...fingered papers lie park benched with scattered community smile..

Where...ideas exist in yesterdays closed library..

Where...running looks like walking..

is the place language comes to die.


Roped Water - Steve Coel

Here -

Where...hammered workplace shoulders scratch tattoo vein..

Where...elevated mirror views reach into roped water..

Where...rapid stone road footstep signals are passed among rivals..

Where...casual shop window seats remain chained to suspicion and small debt..

Where...old newspapers stay untouched..

is the place language comes to die.


Fuzzy Pictures #2

Here -

Where...the slow brickwork slivers of expectation collide with motored demolition..

Where...routine is never obvious..

Where...fuzzy pictures reveal short hard lives scratched on to broken dockside and burnt timber..

Where...homes are splashed across derelict tired hillside..

Where...debt plagues argument like two coins rubbed clear..

is the place language comes to die.


Half Stolen Buildings, Steve Coel


Documentary Fiction Photography




MicroFlashFiction - Rock Pockets


Rock Pockets - Steve Coel


Here-

Where...small feet carry heavy living..

Where...polluted idle engines blow rust water into lipped gutter..

Where...loud emergency words remain anonymous.. 

Where...stone roof collapse haunts drunken memory..

Where...rock pocket begging is sandwiched between road crossing and loose fingers..

is the place language comes to die.


Half Stolen Buildings, Steve Coel


Documentary Fiction Photography


MicroFlashFiction - Paper Bag


Paper Bag - Steve Coel


Here -

Where...banned entry is monitored by bored looking glass eye..

Where...cracked machine street furniture empties rigid oil onto skated shoe..

Where...paper bag eating is tin roof sheltered..

Where...curious hands grip tightly bridged water passage way..

Where...alarm bells herd crowds into uniformed wallets of silence..

is the place language comes to die.


Half Stolen Buildings, Steve Coel


Documentary Fiction Photography

MicroFlashFiction - Adult Hands


Adult Hands - Steve Coel


Here-

Where...sponsored imagination drains away through rusting pipe..

Where...illegal plastic high releases urgent stammered step..

Where...solitary private glass is windowed in shoddy single drinking room..

Where...stolen adult hands are nailed..

Where...blown factory wall rags by-pass toughened water..

is the place language comes to die.


Half Stolen Buildings, Steve Coel


Documentary Fiction Photography

MicroFlashFiction - Plastic Violence


 Plastic Violence - Steve Coel


Here -

Where...ready-made dreams are corner shop boxed shelved..

Where...small room gossip becomes concrete site layered shouting..

Where...alarm engined vehicles crowd grey side street audience..

Where...bagged violence is dumped into plastic binned anonymous alley..

Where...cardboard cups glue street furniture to sleeping mats..

is the place language comes to die.


Half Stolen Buildings, Steve Coel


Documentary Fiction Photography

MicroFlashFiction - Feathered Water


Feathered Water - Steve Coel


Here -

Where...slow sorrow steps between abandoned dream..

Where...dead mans plastic clothing hangs from dead man window dead map advertising..

Where...walled begging is hidden behind locked shopping trolley..

Where...feathered water paper bags youthful walked memory..

Where...smoked security lectern voices are smoke security silenced..

is the place language comes to die.


Half Stolen Buildings, Steve Coel


Documentary Fiction Photography

MicroFlashFiction - 2024


Half Stolen Buildings

Steve Coel


Published Experimental Narratives

Jan - Mar 2024


Timed Silence  

Machine Winnings 

Plastic Roof

Sad Eyes - 

Metal Carpet  

Glassed Ale

Traded Memory  

Late Crowds  

Bandstand

Timed Silence  

Melted Future  

Grey Water

Tree Litter  

Idle Heels  

Melted Shoe

False Doors 

Honest Footstep  

Modern Memory

Sleeping Path  

Metallic Stumble 

Fingered Paper

Cheap Tablets  

Local Trade 

Slim Change

Waiting Shadows  

Hidden Rumour  

Wired Beauty

Steve Coel / An 11.59 Publication


MicroFlashFiction - Iron Shelter


Iron Shelter - Steve Coel


Here -

Where...music is day-time dead..

Where...beaten up strangled trees steal fenced air..

Where...pavement shy funeral cars are smokey..

Where...mapped walking is silenced by small group gossip..

Where...sleeping iron sided shelters are brick piled into bulldozed walls..

is the place language comes to die.


Half Stolen Buildings, Steve Coel


Documentary Fiction Photography

Celf Stryd - Lloegr

An 11.59 Publication

MicroFlashFiction - Wired Beauty


Wired Beauty - Steve Coel


Here -

Where...drowned road happiness is traded for pennies..

Where...beauty is inked into loose skin..

Where...shop door dispute is hostel knuckled..

Where...salted air breathing is painful reminder of loss..

Where...wired thought becomes backroom industry..

is the place language comes to die.


Half Stolen Buildings, Steve Coel


Documentary Fiction Photography

Celf Stryd - Lloegr

An 11.59 Publication

MicroFlashFiction - Hidden Rumour


Hidden Rumour - Steve Coel


Here -

Where...spirited cloth holds tightly hidden defence..

Where...painted step reveals rusted night-time dancing..

Where...burnt path walking becomes wall shy and forced..

Where...open doors disperse rumour of stolen memory..

Where...expensive remarks are fake..

is the place language comes to die.


Half Stolen Buildings, Steve Coel


Documentary Fiction Photography

Celf Stryd - Lloegr

An 11.59 Publication

MicroFlashFiction - Waiting Shadows


Waiting Shadows - Steve Coel


Here -

Where...tacky metal emblems cling to half shredded sprayed walls of distant commerce..

Where...dead fruit is picked clean by unseen nightlife..

Where...mobile notes are glued to pavements damp with summer..

Where...singing electric wire hangs on whiskered waterway tree..

Where...glass shadows stretch into shoeless avenue..

is the place language comes to die.


Half Stolen Buildings, Steve Coel


Documentary Fiction Photography

Celf Stryd - Lloegr

An 11.59 Publication

MicroFlashFiction - Slim Change


Slim Change - Steve Coel


Here - 

Where...slim smiles are given at shop exits and short change is expected..

Where...aimless driving is deliberate..

Where...fly-tipped memory eats up roofless factory space..

Where...narrow lane romance flickers over roof ridged hedge..

Where...crowds gather to pass time and silence..

is the place language comes to die.


Half Stolen Buildings, Steve Coel


Documentary Fiction Photography

An 11.59 Publication


MicroFlashFiction - Local Trade


Local Trade - Steve Coel


Here -

Where...stubs of paper shape tomorrows nightmare..

Where...fussy overcoats and woolen carpet shape valley roadway..

Where...modern memory is glazed with empty cans of blood..

Where...fallen bricks slice postered railing..

Where...juiced radio plays out potent messages to scaffolded local trade..

is the place language comes to die.


Half Stolen Buildings, Steve Coel


Documentary Fiction Photography

An 11.59 Publication

MicroFlashFiction - Cheap Tables


Cheap Tables - Steve Coel


Here -

Where...cheap tables split abandoned doorways..

Where...cliff edge bramble holds litter to ransom..

Where...puzzled footstep is matched with clumsy frail voice..

Where...second hand clipped fashion rails spill strong alcohol and stained toxic mist..

Where...beauty is hooded..

is the place language comes to die.


Half Stolen Buildings, Steve Coel


Documentary Fiction Photography

An 11.59 Publication

MicroFlashFiction - Fingered Paper


Fingered Paper - Steve Coel


Here -

Where...natural postered walkthrough is dog bagged and puddled..

Where...powder lines are littered across cheap vinyl floored food station..

Where...fingered papers lie park benched with scattered community smile..

Where...ideas exist in yesterdays closed library..

Where...running looks like walking..

is the place language comes to die.


Half Stolen Buildings - Steve Coel


Documentary Fiction Photography


MicroFlashFiction - Metallic Stumble


Metallic Stumble - Steve Coel


Here-

Where...straight talking is a cold, charmless metallic click..

Where...wind launched building demolition scratches neighbourhood itch..

Where...stickered light falls on damp nylon shoe..

Where...last nights takeaway guides corner walled stumble..

Where...bitter smoke sticks to dark glass passenger..

is the place language comes to die.


Half Stolen Buildings - Steve Coel


Documentary Fiction Photography


MicroFlashFiction - Sleeping Path


Sleeping Path - Steve Coel


Here- 

Where...boasting is frowned upon..

Where...youth stubble walk across butchered sleeping path..

Where...slow of foot shadow wooden shovel..

Where...hills consume history and memory is wiped out by nature..

Where...half gloved hands rap on steel plate and small window..

is the place language comes to die.


Half Stolen Buildings, Steve Coel


Documentary Fiction Photography

An 11.59 Publication


MicroFlashFiction - Modern Memory


Modern Memory - Steve Coel

Here - 

Where...stubs of paper shape tomorrows nightmare..

Where...fussy overcoats and woolen carpet litter grassed up valley roadway..

Where...modern memory is glazed with empty cans of strong lager..

Where...fallen brick slices postered railing..

Where...bottom shelf goods are swallowed by small pockets..

is the place language comes to die.


Half Stolen Buildings, Steve Coel

Documentary Fiction Photography
An 11.59 Publication


MicroFlashFiction - Honest Footstep


Honest Footstep - Steve Coel


Here - 

Where...weather growls at footsteps and distant noise is ancient and honest..

Where...rain drills fluent bitter nightmare into supple iron smile..

Where...broken machinery sits proudly inside dusty windowed derelict shelter..

Where...silent voices speak empty values to woolen walls..

Where...cold slab chipped rock fountain is smiling and love struck..

is the place language comes to die.


Half Stolen Buildings, Steve Coel