Tag Archives: Jonathan Butcher

Expansion

During the slow passing autumns, we progressed from foraging apples to mushrooms, our heads seeking the deeper thrills promised by our elder leaders. There in the loft, where we took salvage, with cider and cans welded to our untrained hands … Continue reading

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The Very Last Friday

As it slowly approaches 10:00pm, our hands are still just as empty as the eyes that serve behind that bar, that refuses to play music, or anything else for that matter. Tearing beer mats, you scout out the room, your … Continue reading

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New Game

This whole scene has now disintegrated, like melting icicles, grass now refuses to grow on the spots we once stood. I notice the swings and benches we burnt and so delicately smashed, are now replenished, artless, and without our imprint. … Continue reading

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Eight Years On

I take a nip of scotch from your hip-flask, as the open field draws narrower, and under the wind’s snarl, the litter circles our feet like miniature whirlwinds. And as the graying sky slants even further into the ground, we … Continue reading

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Time Is Money

I awake to hear radio news of yet more empty pockets being emptied further, whilst shop counter tills overflow with increases. I rise and make tea with the last tea bag in the packet, hold my breath full of morning … Continue reading

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Dinner At The Ruins

I duck under the metal beams that hold this crumbling structure in place, and under the ruins’ shadow, I pass my avoided shift. The surrounding grass cradles the rusted cans and shards of green glass that litter the patch of … Continue reading

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Poppies

On the estate’s edge, the poppies sway in bundles, on this small wasteland patch, a centre of tranquil peace among the greying roofs and crooked smiles. The street’s unnerving calm seems to stare through me, knowing I’m an unwilling intruder. … Continue reading

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