Tag: Writing
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THE ACTIVIST

Her little hands scrawl circles. She places an assortment of toys inside them – Lego, a pencil. a toy truck. She babbles in words that make sense to only her. She looks up seeking recognition for a job well done. I nod and smile and say that’s lovely. She accepts it and begins the process…
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BON APPÉTIT

‘Salt and pepper?’ ‘I’ll bring some over, sir. Any sauces?’ ‘Ketchup, please darling.’ He gave me that look. That look that they all have that ends by drifting from my face down to my chest and as I walk away I can feel his eyes staring at my rear. The uniform we’re made to wear…
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CAN YOU SEE?

Close your eyes. What do you see? Do you see me? Us? Snapshots. A picture in a frame. Look closer. Do you see our life? A life? Any sign of life? Do those snapshots add up to anything? Does it mean anything? I see you. You, with those dark brown eyes. You, with that pale…
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RIGHTEOUS REVOLUTION

Elevating elevators lifting the righteous rich towards Heaven. Glittering gold and shimmering sheen. Momentous money mountains. Malevolent me, here to enact vicious vengeance. They can’t / won’t / must not get away with it. Litigious lawyers run rings round rigged rulings. Judges adjudicate in favour of backhand bribes. The little man misses out. The little…
