‘Anonymity is golden Paul.’ I can still hear Dr Flores in the induction session an age ago. ‘Never reveal anything personal to a caller, it confuses the issue and the issue is them. Provide only the sketchiest details, your name only in the direst circumstance and never ever agree to meet.’ Continue reading
Month: February 2017
On being hit in the head (for David Lang)
…‘heh…hello…hello heyloo-oo-oo…Mr Lang, can you hear me?’
‘Just nod…that’s it. I thought you’d want to know where you stand.’
‘You’re on the ground, your eyelids are fluttering and your breathing is shallow.
‘There’s some twitching in your extremities, some jiggling…’ Continue reading
Sleeping in Red City
Awake/not awake, how do you tell? Did she dream that the rain through headlights had become living shadows; that the ceiling writhed and twisted and the room ran with water; that the cornices leaked and streams bubbled down the walls, over the cupboard, over the dresser, over the photographs and onto the floor? Continue reading
Dog days
I think my dog is depressed. She puts her head on my lap, looks up at me and sighs. Continue reading
