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Tag Archives: R. M. Francis
I am a torpedo. I am a torpedo. I am a torpedo. That morning mantra accompanied every morning swim, every stretch and pull of his limbs through the water. I am a torpedo. This chant matched the rhythm of each … Continue reading
Territory echoes in a coop-caw chorus, clattering terrace rows as machinists break fasts, hectic parents scrum past speckles of teenage barks, baby squawks. The coop-caw rasps in snare drum claps – a guttural kaa-kaa over this morning’s scraps. Raptored beak … Continue reading
Windows steamed with blinks of bitter exhales – Bob breathes like he drinks – gulps in goldfish gasps, gawps, doh say a word. The old naval pugilist teks ‘is time over last ‘alf as ‘is wench meks tay. Down the … Continue reading
That Tomo from Tipton was guilty, they said ‘e’s a sign-on scrubber and a blether-yed who’d sell ‘is own mom for tuppence a crack, an sell ‘is own arse for a tewtree a smack. Them the wust ferrit, them wammels, … Continue reading
We ay from brumajum weem in the borderless pits – black be day red be night. Where baby rhymes with Rabbie – that old bard who kept the burn in his tongue. That burn connects, it burns like our old … Continue reading
Ethereal footprints built from blasts of glass-flame and enveloping engine-rumbles guiding our goods. Stalking steel rails, passengers peeping forward – peeping back, cut elements. We are set to trail the freight as it tutors sand to glass. Actum Agenoria! Here … Continue reading