Terminus’, The room stinks; pinned-shut curtains, asleep on their makeshift wire, silently breathe in odours of dead food and trap them there. 275 words. In Fine Linen journal, January 2015. This is a subscription magazine.
From the recycler: ‘Arthur’s Stone’ Full of Crow – October 2011. “She thinks the woman thinks she is harassed and that she can identify with that. She thinks the woman does not know the meaning of the word.” A snapshot of life with a man who has autism. 709 words
Five Things That Are True and Six That Are Not’ Lascaux Flash competition 17/03/14; 249 words
‘Frozen Fireworks’, Readwave, February 6th, 2014. The last real day is bright and brilliant with a sky full of clotted clouds that tumble along like cream puffs in the thickening air. When the storms break, they cast scaled and feathered flying things down onto the sand, and the sand begins to swim like wet concrete around them. 292 words
As always, an articulate expression from Shoshana Kessock of what the Paris shootings means for art, freedom, cultural development.
Originally posted on Shoshana Kessock:
Back in 2011, the offices of a French satirical magazine called Charlie Hebdo was firebombed. The picture above is of the magazine’s editor, Stéphane Charbonnier aka Charb, holding the reason for the attack: a cartoon they decided to print that depicted the Prophet Muhammad. By the laws of Islam, it is religiously prohibited to create a likeness of the Prophet in any way, and so the cartoon was considered sacrilege. The cartoonist, as well as any associated with the project, received death threats. The offices were fire bombed. And yet the cartoon was published anyway. It was joined in subsequent years by numerous other cartoons of Muhammad, each compiling the rage aimed at the Paris-based magazine.
After publishing the comic, Charb was quoted in 2012 as saying, “I would rather die standing than live on my knees.”
Well, Charb is dead now. He was shot dead in the Charlie Hebdo offices in…
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“On a frozen beach, brown waves thundering under a gritty pier and a grittier sky, God got his own back and I burst, sparkling, into life.” First published by Full of Crow, October 2012. 699 words
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‘People didn’t lose their souls, they had them confiscated for sinning. So what sin did you have to commit to become a dance-floor donkey?’ 249 words.
When the spirits dance, you have to dodge out of the way and cover your head so they don’t hiss sharp into your ears or quick-grab your tongue. Mostly though, you have to keep your eyes open …
Lascaux Flash Competition, March 6th 2013. Also in FlashFlood, April 19th, 2013. 245 words
‘In the walls of buildings, between the splinters of wood and the specks of brick dust, souls huddle and stretch by turns, waiting for their time to come.’ 200 words
Image modified from Andy Maguire’s original under CC by 2 licence. (c) conboy-hill 2014