“Going Nowhere” will probably never get 100% finished – it’s the way my brain tries to make sense of Brexit, and as such – it’s therapy, venting, and an endless experiment in frustration in verse. Typically for a country that’s all backwards, I wrote the epilogue first. Continue reading ““Going Nowhere: Epilogue””
Month: November 2016
“Black Protest”
#BlackProtest (or #CzarnyProtest in Polish) was a country-wide series of strikes and protests, organised by Polish women in Oct 2016 to oppose the Polish government’s intentions to almost completely de-legalize abortion in Poland. You can read more here. If you see it trending again, you’ll know that the fight isn’t over yet. There are many ways to help: wearing black, joining a march in your town, or (as it turns out) writing a poem. Continue reading ““Black Protest””
“Take Me To The Bridge”
A story I wrote some time ago – possibly a riff on a dream I had. What if someone else was also me? What if people meant two people when they said “I”? This was fun to write, and almost as much fun to leave some stuff unwritten. Continue reading ““Take Me To The Bridge””
“Unsuitables”
My wife’s most often-used words as she comes back from her workout are “Pain & Torture.” I started imagining two old geezer monsters, two not-quite-human thugs called Pane & Torcher, and wrote this brief account of them getting things done. The names changed later, but the idea remained. Tentacles are a strange thing to write a short story about. Continue reading ““Unsuitables””
“Clutch”
I wrote this story some time ago, thinking about how today’s cars will one day be something to be really nostalgic about. Would we have automobile reenactment societies, driving cars with hands on their wheels, like in the good old days? Continue reading ““Clutch””