By: Craig Forshaw Title by Keith Robinson Bleached-bones banging against the peeling cherry-red paintwork. Up above, a brilliant tomato grows in the jaundiced sky, getting larger all the time. PastPresentFuture are all one now. Everything becomes relative, and even gravity appears treacherous. The roaming, charcoal Sésquac snarl and dance at the American Firebird. Its…
Author: ShiverWriggle
Gay Dogging Saved My Life
By: Wishdokter The location was perfect. I’d been told just how beautiful this vista was, but I couldn’t take any enjoyment from it. I couldn’t see anything because it was night and pitch-black. I really didn’t have any inclination towards enjoyment at the best of times. Every minute feels like borrowed time. My life,…
Every Seventh Word*
By: Dr E.W. Gordon I once stood upon a hill all, around me nature watched on calmly. I wonder what it thinks of me? Really I’m plotting the next journey. I wish I was an eagle soaring high. I want to fly, I wish I could, I’d fly up to the clouds, do loops…
Mummy Wow, I’m a Big Boy Now.
By: Will Roberts 4th February 2011 Just caught my reflection in the window. With the blue/white light from my laptop reflected in my glasses I look fucking sinister. I have eaten, predominantly, South African Biltong this evening (ahh, the primal thrill of tearing strips of dried meat with your teeth), I’ve drunk, exclusively, lager and…
RLSH
By: Will Roberts I’m temporarily residing in a grey satellite town, cowering in the shadow of a slag heap in South Yorkshire. Though the mine nearby is still, on paper, a going concern it is one of the countless forced to hand over it’s gift-wrapped testicles to dear old Maggie back in the early…
I’m A Show Off
By: Will Roberts Now I don’t wish to rock the boat, and do stop me if the particular thread I’m picking at here is the one which unravels the cardigan, but I’m currently contemplating something of a quandary and I’m concerned it might be an ‘elephant in the room’ of an issue over which it…
Dances with Fox
By: Dr E.W. Gordon It’s November and the earliest snowfall for twenty years lays heavily on the ground. I’m busying myself with humdrum. I hate humdrum, digging the car out knowing full well it will be stuck within ten minutes, and as for defrosting cars… I take a moment, lean on the shovel, and…
Events, Happenings (Part II): The End of This Chapter
By: Vague I will apologise in advance if this piece is overly long and ‘wall-of-text-esque’; I want to wrap up the adventure in a cosy blanket of words in order to move on to another few projects, and it only seems fair to the last few months to ensure I do them justice; no…
Events, Happenings (Part I).
By: Vague So. Events, Happenings. But first, I’m going to backtrack to cover one or two other points I wish to share. This is likely to be the last piece for a short while in Vague Wanderings, I will soon be cloistered away, first finishing my Christmas presents and writing a few letters, then…
Events and Happenings (A Taster)…
By: Vague And snow it did. When I awoke at half past six on Friday, it was still very cold but dry. Stars were visible and I wondered if I would get any snow at all. By the time I had fanned the fire back to life the stars had disappeared and a few…