Tag Archives: John Newson

Beneath

Sometimes he feels a subcutaneous truth, warm liquors congregating in the gullies left where childhood went AWOL. He wonders how no-one sees it bulging from inside of him, secreting through gaping pores that refuse to stay blocked. Like at his … Continue reading

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The Volume of Silence

They scolded him for lying, told him the aitch was silent, but he knew the difference that silence could make; the bright click of watt illuminating the doubtful and softening h of what — the new, the lightbulb moment. He knew … Continue reading

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