February 2011
4 posts
Blacklipsonamissioninthedark
Sigh. Excuse me, madam; excuse me, full stop and perhaps later on, a comma. I have been drowning cherries since 1911. I think I know a thing or two or twenty thousand about drowning cherries.
Everyone has grammatical slips once in a while. I should know, mine is purple and laced up like a shoe. Donkey tight.
As he was saying, he enjoys it. That is the main pierce; point of...
I was thinking
( a rare occurrence these days )
of entering Dark Missionaries Asleep into the Quick Fictions competition at Sussex. I’ll post Blacklipsonamissioninthedark, which was my entry last year. It got through, by the way. They’re linked, I think. I might get somebody else to read it out this time, if I get through again. I’m not sure if it’s performative or not, but either way I...
Dark Missionaries Asleep
Babels
It’s antediluvian, exactly. What could possibly be the meaning of this? There are several hundred of you. Several hundred of me. Several thousand exits. I was sat inside the top oven discussing poetry earlier and it occurred to me that I cradled a headache,
he she tugged me and said it was no use doing that, make do and mend, love is eternal, just not in, you know –
Despite who fucks/...
