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Marginal Voices of ‘The Beat Scene’, Edited by Elias Wilentz
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Marginal Voices of ‘The Beat Scene’, Edited by Elias Wilentz

How many Beats were there? That’s right. About four. Allen, Jack, William (who didn’t like being called a ‘beat’) and maybe Lucien that guy from the film with Daniel Radcliffe doing his best Americanish. Wait no. That’s bollocks. According to ‘THE BEAT SCENE’, published 1960 by Corinth Books, there were over 40 figures pertaining to … Continue reading

Bitesize Review ‘Satin Island’ Tom McCarthy
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Bitesize Review ‘Satin Island’ Tom McCarthy

Tom McCarthy’s anthropological satire, Satin Island, is best described by the fictional anthropologist himself:  When these events (events! if you want those, you’d best stop reading now) took place, I found myself deployed not to some remote jungle, steppe or tundra… but to a business… I was the in-house ethnographer for a consultancy McCarthy’s narrator, … Continue reading

Typecasting: Bottling.
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Typecasting: Bottling.

A little microfiction. Short shorts, flash fiction, micro-fiction, whichever epithet you prefer, fills a pretty little niche between narrative poetry and the short fiction. Here is a piece written on an ‘Empire Aristocrat’ (essentially a Hermes Rocket made in England). They (David Gaffney, the undisputed master of the form and many more) say you should … Continue reading

Dirty Type Slugs: the 1947 Smith Corona Sterling
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Dirty Type Slugs: the 1947 Smith Corona Sterling

Half of the fun is fixing typewriters. My current record stands at 3 in 4 typers arriving and needing some immediate attention to get them functioning properly, despite ‘good working order’ descriptions. Soon I’ll start hunting the old fashioned way, in reclamation centres and thrift houses to get up close before adopting another basket case. This Smith-Corona didn’t arrive as … Continue reading

Interrobang name-checked in Nicholas Royle’s ‘The Best British Short Stories 2014’
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Interrobang name-checked in Nicholas Royle’s ‘The Best British Short Stories 2014’

An update for the Interrobang Project! We were privileged to be named in the acclaimed anthology series, edited by Nicholas Royle, ‘The Best British Short Stories 2014’, alongside journals such as Ambit, Structo and the Edinburgh Review. Some very kind words considering the circumstances in which I and my partner fumbled two issues of Interrobang … Continue reading

Typecasting: The Kind King Light of Mind
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Typecasting: The Kind King Light of Mind

Uploading images of type-written text is one way to road-test material without contravening the provisos of many literary journals. That being: not to send in work that has been otherwise ‘published’. Included in that definition is the publishing accomplished on personal blogs. The draft of a story below ‘The Kind King Light of Mind’, is just that, a … Continue reading

Valley
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Valley

NaPoWriMo #30 Valley Home. Home is in the hills. Among valleys where flora turns emerald ice dead winter, Where water tastes of dew from the strands in a duck’s moustache. House is the habitat. Home when breath breathes ‘welcome back’ a ghost-hello, condensing words in air. ‘kettle’s on’, or ‘put kettle on’, steam: birth of … Continue reading

Rolling Hulks
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Rolling Hulks

NaPoWriMo #28 Rolling Hulks Exibit chesspiece, Leviathan, foreigner, imported, cast iron, steel-alloy, turntable, turnpike, contacts ignite, piston rupture. Walking round, tripped by invisible wires between men and their cameras. Iron giants – immobilised, geriatric, asleep. Oil on the air, in the lungs – sorry, excuse me – Finley, come here! – Excuse me. Stephenson’s there, … Continue reading

The Loveseat
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The Loveseat

NaPoWriMo #25 The Loveseat While She shaped the pyramid, spending an aeon crafting for others, He whittled a select timber shaft Each season scrimshawed his digits into the grain. Fashioned an X-brace marionette’s soul to rest on spun struts, a giant’s cane, cross-hatched the skeleton frame with upholstery. Her choice, rested. Only to spring the … Continue reading

Condensing
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Condensing

NaPoWrimo #23 Condensing Everything abridged at sixteen to a fan of cards to slot into a sober, leather-looking wallet. Three for bank, four clubs, two bus passes, driving license and one light motorcycle, one organ donor. Now each life is in profile an enduring record for the flash-bulb mind. Kick start those pages, how can … Continue reading

Postcards from the Mentally Ill.
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Postcards from the Mentally Ill.

NaPoWriMo #22 Postcards from the Mentally Ill Let fly a culture of Freudian slip between the legible black on white indelible ink, imperative: I was not involved with my cousin Carol. as though the recipient has power to prescribe dignity, lost to diffraction patterns in boyhood mishap. Otherwise a foul in genealogy. Yet heightened amiability, … Continue reading

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Spirit of the Staircase

NapoWriMo #21 Spirit of the Staircase That night we smoked cigars and broke onto the roof of a seaside diner just for a better centre in the sky, that night when someone became half-cut under inspiration, ran screaming headlong into the canopy night, a life ring around his head, an illicit halo keeping him buoyant … Continue reading

Coping Ugly
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Coping Ugly

NaPoWriMo #17 Coping Ugly You were a rubbish dog and all I could think about today; never came when called, scared of the stick when thrown, would lurk in the dark of the stairwell – where I still step over the memory of your fury body ready to turn tail and bite under pressure of … Continue reading

Omnipresent Tanka
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Omnipresent Tanka

NaPoWriMo #16 Omnipresent Tanka When I am cremated scatter the ash in the sea then will I be beat Beatific and everywhere In all the drinking water. . A tanka today. Classical Japanese poetry getting me out of a bind… not for the first time. ‘Frankly my Dear, I don’t give a damn’. Fionn Coughlan-Wills. Continue reading

In the Sun
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In the Sun

NaPoWriMo #15 In the Sun In the sun somewhere, anywhere, dusty a man, no name, anyone digs to divine water’s loci. In the sun there, everywhere, all over an opaque hand, bigger than the Cayman Islands salts the earth, drives water deeper, undermines his spring quicker. This limb, spanning the hemisphere incubates expenditure in its … Continue reading

Economic Prothalamion
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Economic Prothalamion

NaPoWriMo #13 Economic Prothalamion The odyssey casts off from here, hereafter now you six are competing for favour of more suitors than ever you’ve tried a’gaining advantage of before. Don’t be a cynic! Honest, Penelope, I wouldn’t dare. I bet you, in the least, it’s ten years ‘til you guys launch those thousand ships to … Continue reading

Morse Carpet
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Morse Carpet

NaPoWriMo #11 Morse Carpet All that viscous gunk in the fibres from years of tramping custom over the mat dot-dash-dash-dot I told him to update and refurb, turn into a coffee shop, replace the bald welcome improve and serve the barista-madness but he is old hat dot-dot-dash Keeps shop capital under his bed doesn’t trust … Continue reading

Un love
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Un love

NaPoWriMo #10 Un Love You eat munchies When you greet me The work you undertake: are opinions You fail to recognise Your Laugh I could forgive you like a horse masticates on carrot, it is as welcoming as Zyklon B is obsolete, like male nipples, to you as unwanted as bad childhood memories? the opening … Continue reading

Herd Mentality
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Herd Mentality

NaPoWriMo #7 Herd Mentality Within the picture frame of a tea-caddy valley an airborne lottery wheedled its way to the nostrils of the sheep, selected the club night in the cow sheds promising cuts of cut-rate sweet-meat. Animals grazed as clan for millennia, hailed by their thousands, into the news reels and word processors of … Continue reading

Language’s Monologue I
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Language’s Monologue I

NaPoWriMo #6 Language’s Monologue The graft of the sentence is I transmute meaning. latch onto anything between synapses, father to order. Grapheme, Cut of the Jib, significant. Say I were multiplied, given a header, written as a letter then never sent, am I still a letter? Intentions, deviate, obsolete. when translated into Latin, my rhetoric … Continue reading

The Pyramid Scheme
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The Pyramid Scheme

NapoWrimo #5 The Pyramid Scheme She took a bronze saw nine feet long, set with sapphire teeth to business carving life into a Pyramid of manageable blocks. Descending to the largest of jobs, leading to glitches eventually larger than life – top down organising, placing the smallest in a pocket of time five minutes from … Continue reading

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Interstellar Shanty

NaPoWriMo #4 Interstellar Shanty NASA pressurised an ink pen – spent a pennny Russians risked graphite – mocked the moneyed Soviet pencils are Sputnik’s armoury logic translates compensate in Klingon We’ll float, float on, ‘til we find a teapot orbiting the sun. There are many questions many more answers, how d’you photograph a gas giant, … Continue reading

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Family Triptych

NaPoWriMo #3 Family Triptych Up a gangplank through the land between house, home and road three of a family tree trod, one in front of the other digits trellised dovetailed together a linked length a pedigree. First Father, grandpa, clergyman drew Mother, their grandmother, philanthropist up. Denied purchase from spent years caring. And steadying the … Continue reading

Stitch That
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Stitch That

NaPoWriMo #2 Stitch That. Stitch That I’d had a go of it, he’d hooked me up, chucked me up, threw me over for the femme fatale type. Had blown my brains out with tedious conversations on the terabyte, fed him tripe, fed me tripe – had no excuse to cancel the milk that night. So … Continue reading