Experimental Short Fiction - Steve Coel. Documenting through a fictional mirror, responses to the world around us... these experiments are nearly always intuitive and spontaneous. I will continue to publish On - Line. Steve Coel / An 11.59 Publication (August 2026)
There is a singular peace to be found in spaces where nature is busy removing memory.
In the nick of time power station reflection
you upgrade yet another dog end
and once again check the hidden shank
in your Clink Hotel grey.
A long time is short here,
because outside nobody stands still.
And routines are dictated by the coded message
of engine, animal and whistle
and by shadows that appear
and disappear on park borders.
Walking Notes
Steve Coel
An 11.59 Publication
Day Time
The crump of ancient motor and distant shriek of bird split open the clipped hedges and gate of curved fields and cupped minds.
Here, where brown water fallen from rusty pipe clings to chipped rock, is where sweaty paths lead up into singing overgrown wired woods that close in on long forgotten cylindered reminders of hard labour and childhood.
Night Time
Stepping inside the broken windowed shopfront, you walk in silence, smoke in hand, through ankle cement, wooden glue, canal wire and rusty nail.
Walking Notes
Steve Coel
An 11.59 Publication
Truth is...
you's defined by what you is...
by what you does...
by what you wears...
way you acts or reacts...
way; way before what you says...
so...
you's on the downside corner
smoking a newly picked clean
switchblade butt end
left for you
in local park overnight...
this is not ever nice...
you two, we sees
sticks too close
to each other,
is the general
local give away,
didn't listen to
instructions see,
did you
so...
no respect will be forthcoming...
you's trying too hard
to impress
the
wrong people.
Walking Notes
Steve Coel
An 11.59 Publication
