Tag: The Pigeons Are Switzerland

‘MANDY’S DOOR’

‘For Free’ by Zoolon The brainwasher wearing the grey suit that sparkled said he drove an Audi Quattro. He asked what I drove. I lied and said a skateboard. He asked why I didn’t wear, “A smart suit like mine”. I couldn’t be bothered to answer.  Also, he looked like someone who might end up

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SACRED HOLLYWOOD

‘The Way It Is’ by Zoolon Bored senseless, we roll the dice to see who gets to write the next line. Nothing better to do on the third day in a row of dark skies, Atlantic storms chasing each other through The Channel. Wet and windy. Windy and wet. Here’s what the dice gave us;

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THE DAY I MET AN ANGEL

‘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

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GOODNIGHT CLEO

‘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

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NO PLACE FOR SHADOWS TO DANCE

‘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

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A COAT OF FEW COLOURS

‘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

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THE POWER OF HELLO

‘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

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STELLA & THE RAINBOW

‘Rainbows End’ by Zoolon Stella was addicted to breathing, so you can image how pissed off she was when the world ran out of fresh air. A few nights earlier, by candlelight, she had plugged in her Les Paul only to discover there was no power. No power = no music. She took a look

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FARAWAY PLACES & CURTAIN CALLS

‘The Final Curtain Call’ by Zoolon  ‘I met a white man who walked a black dog I met a young woman whose body was burning I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow I met one man who was wounded in love I met another man who was wounded in hatred’  Bob Dylan

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POLE DANCER OR WEIGHTLIFTER?

‘Branch Lines’  by Zoolon This is all true. For reasons I won’t bore you with, at some stage most days I find myself visiting the local Post Office. It’s not a place that sparks creativity, that’s for sure. Quite the opposite. Generally I end up in a queue, often with a smelly person in front

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