Author Archives: mudwords

About mudwords

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One Shoe Stanley

I’m Roland. I sit in the lounge downstairs and watch the TV, mostly. It’s been the same thing on for the last 3 days. Just a chessboard picture of test-card squares and a constant high pitched squeal. I don’t know … Continue reading

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Duplex (freewrite)

A thought pulses across a sparkling void. Above the flat panels of rusty metal, particles of light began to dance. The movement became more numerous, more complex, along with the rising wail of long-dormant power cells hidden behind the orange-brown … Continue reading

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Notches

Hello brown-eyes. Raise a corner of that pretty mouth. Raise a glass to the corner of that pretty mouth. Hello blue-eyes, brush of errant lock curling from beaded flushing forehead to that pretty mouth. Hello green-eyes, blue-blown bitter brow uptilted, … Continue reading

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Bones

A dog said hello to me today- I replied with best manners, although I find the canine tongue tough to approximate. He said he wanted bones. I said i’d get them. Returning bearing armfuls of marrow, shattered ivory ripped from … Continue reading

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Untitled character sketch

The kitchen door was ajar. Light seeped through the gap and laid in a pencil-beam across the dark hallway. Leonard only had a small flat, with no upstairs that didn’t belong to someone else. The short, artfully clinical hallway had … Continue reading

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Mind the Gap

Russet pipes and rustflower phantom brushes, still here – Swiped footprints on sooty tiles. Dark enamel pipework, shrouded After still years Measured out in lack of use. A whistle blows. everywheretheroartherushoffeetandshoesthensilence. This place was untouched By lunching masses citybound Oblivious; … Continue reading

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Incirrina

She is an octopus, waving tentacles; an uncertain body whose blind eyes are river water reflecting smoke and grey sky, whose muscle pumps red amber green, her juices busy and intermingled around the glassy centre. Never tiring, she shines all … Continue reading

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