A city bridge

Walk of Frisson, 50

Seagulls smirking, morning mocking, as I escape her flat. My friend the city draws my progression from ape to man, my walk shedding shame for frisson. Newport has my back. My eyes drink, but for you, semantics; Castle. Bridge. Wave. Riverfront. I think of Houdini. Hello Newport, you beautiful bastard. – 50 words flash story entry for ‘Newport Stories’, November …

Shadow puppets

Weight / Weightlessness

An immeasurable weight and weightlessness both In my stomach, behind my eyes When I imagine you walking On your way to where the trains come in Happy, listening to music Years after I have become nothing.