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May cause drowsiness: day 31

So. End. Start. Whichever. Rico­chet. Start again. Empty-minded. Come here empty-handed. Choose at ran­dom. Clean slate. Wipe-clean sur­face. It worked out. It didn’t quite work. Write up the exper­i­ment. Describe what happened. Describe what we expec­ted to hap­pen. Aim and out­come. Aim and fire. Cause and effect. Now cease and desist. What did I dis­cov­er? […]

May cause drowsiness: day 25

She jokes — nervously, via an exhal­a­tion of faint, scat­ter­shot giggles — about her para­noia that she might leave a smudged imprint of lip­stick on the rim of the wine glass. Human remains that would enable him, with the aid of forensic sci­ence, to track her down wherever she chose to hide, wheth­er it was […]

May cause drowsiness: days 21 — 24

Con­sider this an abridged omni­bus edi­tion. Or con­sider me lazy. Whichever you prefer. In sum­mary, how­ever, this means that I have failed in my grand but pos­sibly fool­hardy inten­tions to pro­duce 31 pieces of writ­ing dur­ing the month of May, and won’t even be sat­is­fy­ing my OCD nature by going back to try and fill […]

May cause drowsiness: day 20

Twenty ways about you, twenty reas­ons to breathe in and out, twenty small mouths to feed, twenty words to write down on twenty scraps of paper, twenty strings to cut, twenty strings to your bow, twenty strings to pluck, twenty strings to tie, twenty tiny pack­ages, twenty pas­sen­gers over­board. Too per­fect, too roun­ded, too eager […]

May cause drowsiness: day 19

Spit. Shit. Piss. Mucus. Blood. Pus. Ham­mer blow. Jack­boot on face. Torn hair. Scarred flesh. Gouged eye. Broken bones. Gap­ing wound. Jack­boot of his­tory. Foot­print. Your dic­tat­or will see you now. Your dic­tat­or will own you now. Your dic­tat­or will bury you now. Your dic­tat­or will dis­ap­pear tomor­row morn­ing. Your dic­tat­or will live abroad, in […]

May cause drowsiness: day 18

I am a liar and a cheat, but only to myself. I can’t help won­der­ing, how­ever, if I am even lying — to myself or to you — if no one is mon­it­or­ing these air­waves and tun­ing in to the dis­tant num­bers sta­tions broad­cast­ing through the bewil­der­ing inter­fer­ence, hiss and garble that we have cre­ated […]

May cause drowsiness: day 17

a door bolted with one thou­sand dead­locks can remain ajar                this.single.purpose two pin­pricks of light a space — a pause spar­ing words for a nervous approach lower­case plat­it­udes an uneasy full stop a hanging ques­tion a pause — a space two pin­pricks of light                this.single.purpose intoned in grey so as not to waken the merely […]

May cause drowsiness: day 16

“What age am I? What age now, exactly? That age? That age of. Rage or not rage. That age? Can you say what age I am? Age of reas­on? Age of chance? Age and a half? What age am I now? What age are you look­ing for, sir or madam or whichever you prefer? You […]

May cause drowsiness: day 15

Words must fall apart. Lan­guage must cease to be. All notions of sense and under­stand­ing must be exploded, left scarred, a blood­ied vic­tim at the side of the road. Sen­tences must be robbed out like so many bricks and girders, beams and fix­tures stolen from the debris of col­lapsed build­ings, leav­ing only the ghostly echo […]

May cause drowsiness: day 14

Words must fall apart. Lan­guage must cease to be. All notions of sense and under­stand­ing must be exploded, left scarred, a blood­ied vic­tim at the side of the road. Sen­tences must be robbed out like so many bricks and girders, beams and fix­tures stolen from the debris of col­lapsed build­ings, leav­ing only the ghostly echo […]

May cause drowsiness: day 13

Her mewl­ing babe nears forty years emerged from the womb. Kept and alive, but not kept. She kneels in the eye of the fam­ily mir­ror, under the accus­at­ive point­ing of the clock. Girl turns to woman, but stores child-like rhymes in her head, stays sing-song under her breaths. Spreads brick red lip­stick care­lessly over her […]

May cause drowsiness: day 12

Here is an aero­plane under the floor­boards, earth spill­ing from portholes. Here is an aero­plane crushed into the wall, cock­pit a con­cer­tina of scrap. Here is an aero­plane on the stairs, wings raised in twis­ted sup­plic­a­tion. Here is an aero­plane caught in the win­dow, glass punc­tur­ing the fusel­age. Here is an aero­plane on the roof, […]

May cause drowsiness: day 11

Lon­don has been in uproar. A hung par­lia­ment, news broad­casters’ heli­copters con­stantly buzz­ing over the rooftops, demon­strat­ors with mega­phones protest­ing about every known cause (and some unknown ones) in order to get them­selves on screen, tele­vi­sion journ­al­ists and offi­cials vir­tu­ally com­ing to blows dur­ing inter­views, and politi­cians being fol­lowed by hordes of report­ers as they […]

May cause drowsiness: day 10

There is a new thing. A new kid on the block, hanging tough in his imprac­tic­al baggy pants. A new broom sweep­ing the scum off the streets (and into a drain, like any respons­ible cit­izen should do). A new dawn on the hori­zon. A new dawn, a new day, a new life for me, and […]

May cause drowsiness: day 9

Stan­ley Fet­ter­baum gazes at the full moon, a faint smile edging at the corners of his thin, habitu­ally dis­sat­is­fied lips. He doesn’t take his eyes off it as he gingerly lies down on the tar­mac, sigh­ing with relief when he finds that the heat of the sum­mer night has made the sur­face pleas­antly warm to […]

May cause drowsiness: day 8

Face. Face doesn’t remem­ber where she (he) comes from. Face has no idea what he (she) looks like. Face runs her (his) hands over the bumps and the curves, yet they sig­ni­fy noth­ing to him (her). Face is sure that she (he) left him­self (her­self) around here some­where. Face tries push­ing and prod­ding her­self (him­self) […]

May cause drowsiness: day 7

Fuck­face. Fuck­face can­not feel. Fuck­face can­not feel what you’re doing down there. Fuck­face can­not feel you inside her (him). Fuck­face remains impass­ive. Fuck­face is fists clenched, arms taut, mouth shut, legs apart. Fuck­face is eyes wide and up and straight ahead. Fuck­face looks bey­ond your body as it rises, falls, heaves and drops above him […]

May cause drowsiness: day 6

Apo­lo­gies if you’re read­ing this from out­side the shores of the United King­dom and con­sequently this unre­mark­able Thursday is much like any oth­er unre­mark­able Thursday, but there won’t be any typ­ic­al entry here tonight because the whole coun­try is offi­cially closed for a gen­er­al elec­tion. Fur­ther­more, if the res­ults bear out what the final round […]

Forty million (or so) to one

[Oth­er­wise known as ‘May cause drowsi­ness: day 5’, but some­how that didn’t seem like quite the right title for what I’m about to write. Reg­u­lar trans­mis­sions will resume tomor­row. Oh, and please note: the views stated here are my own and not neces­sar­ily rep­res­ent­at­ive of my employ­er. Or my fam­ily. Or my close friends. Or […]

May cause drowsiness: day 4

Sick­y­face. Sick­y­face is in pieces. Sick­y­face is every slide in and slide out strip of identikit, every sus­pect, every crim­in­al. Do you recog­nise this man (woman), madam (sir)? Sick­y­face has ears all the bet­ter to hear you with (but no eyes, no nose, no mouth). Sick­y­face has eyes only for you (but no ears, no […]