‘Une Grotte Quelque Part en Normandie’ by Zoolon The little old bloke with the peaked cap walks the main road into town each day. He carries a big bag and picks up all the street rubbish. He never wears gloves. He’s round-shouldered and his trousers are too short. He doesn’t speak to anyone. He just … Continue reading THE DAY I MET AN ANGEL
‘The Death of Cleopatra’ by Guido Cagnacci - 1658 The air was still. The day was cold and bleak. From the chimney stack, all along either side of the rooftop there was a static murmuration of starlings looking a bit worried. I gave up counting when I got to sixty. In town, what’s left of … Continue reading GOODNIGHT CLEO
‘View from a cliff edge’ by Zoolon The road leading up the castle is winding and steep. High granite stone walls either side. Some ancient overhanging trees blocking the daylight. No place for shadows to dance. Most people drive up to the castle. The tourists off the cruise liners from places I’ve never been can … Continue reading NO PLACE FOR SHADOWS TO DANCE
Source: Chicago Tribune ‘Barbed wire used properly can be a beautiful sight’, so said the man who ought to know better. Really? It might be when used as an art-form but not in the context you used it, mate. Whatever, those cruel words got me thinking; got me composing a new piece for the new … Continue reading WELCOME TO THE ‘HOTEL BARBED WIRE’
‘The day before the asteroid hit’ by Zoolon The news that some sicko coward morphed into the big man because he carried a gun into a synagogue and randomly killed loads of innocent people leaves us relatively normal people wondering ‘Why?’ I had this random thought about the ways certain humans try to justify carrying … Continue reading A COAT OF FEW COLOURS
‘One of a Kind’ by Zoolon I was out early again. Poached eggs on toast to kick off a new day. Per usual there she was. This time dressed in all-in-one camouflage combats and a Che Guevara black beret with a red star on the front. Tucked in-between her shoulder-top and her neck she had … Continue reading THE POWER OF HELLO
‘To the dark side of this mirror’ by Zoolon The bus broke down halfway up the mountainside. The driver got the bonnet open. Steam came out. Even though he had a box of spanners he told us there was nothing he could do. He didn’t know when help would come because his mobile couldn’t get … Continue reading BABY MOONBEAM’S MUM
