by Penelope Hamilton | Jan 6, 2021 | Attitudes, Moments
The Big Question demands the Big Answer Down on the ground, prone, out of breath and eyes closed you speak in a desperate monotone: What’s the point – oh what’s the point of it all? Twenty years of education ten years of therapy...
by Penelope Hamilton | Jan 6, 2021 | People, Stories
What’s left when you have gone? The smell of garlic on the knife a smear of sauce a chopping board two plates a purple bruise some words you said an empty parking place cigarette ends bottles till receipts papers you were reading while I dozed splashes of candle...
by Penelope Hamilton | Jan 6, 2021 | Emotions, People
I dreamt I saw him walking through the haze approaching us with sorry mournful gaze and ready with his apt and proper phrase. How dare you walk in here and sigh? Enough to steal her when she was alive turning her heart against me with your lies worming your way...
by Penelope Hamilton | Jan 6, 2021 | Attitudes, People
‘The seaside? I hate it – it stinks. Seaweed gunge, diesel fumes, vinegar and chips. Little dogs yapping and toddlers shrieking and everyone splashing. Picturesque? Rusty boats with stupid names and chipped paint, and old men hosing down the...
by Penelope Hamilton | Jan 6, 2021 | Nature, Stories
A loud thump against glass. Must be a bird hitting a window pane. I hope it’s okay. In a minute I’ll look. There’s a dead pigeon in the flower bed. Folded into itself, tidy, with flopping head and broken neck. Softly coloured, peach running...
