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We Want You!
We Want You! we invite our new comrades to propaganda nation | we promise instant gratification | follow us | this is your new notification | enter and take command …
He’s An Old Television
He’s an old television. He’s an old television. He’s an old television. He has tried to fix his aerial, bend this way and that way. All I can see is …
I’m Writing This On the Toilet…
…because that is one of two places I can currently get reception on my phone and catch up on my fellow writers’ blog posts and allow inspiration (among other things) …
The Dolphin
+++ I am the dolphinSurfing life’s salty sea breaksDeep down I trembleExploring darkness aloneThen I surface breaking waves. +++ Photo by James West on Flickr
Their Last Scream
Stop, be silentOpen your ears Listen, please, just be Present to their fears The longer you talkTighter the knot gets What have you taught themThrough noise, ignorance How can a …
My Elegant Hoon
A poem: My elegant hoon, my flint by sunrise | Striking tar with her tortured car…
Forensic Files Frenzy
What I’ve learned from watching 376 episodes of forensic files.
Dear Janet
I wrote this little ditty after a friend in New Zealand told me a touching story about her neighbour Janet, who was battling a terminal illness and wanted to make …
A Fist Full of Tears
A kid sits at the spitsplit from the family(with no idea of the convorunning rampant behind him) hepicks up two stickscontemplates his next dig,lines in the sand draw the perfect …
Connecting Dots
*** (a poem) *** white finger tips press over bumps smears orange dust on Forgotten Road red circles are Family Camps in Nature they move on together Black History gone …
Grit
Grit on the classroom floor. Overflowing bin. Usual teacher’s crap everywhere, I stuff it aside to sit. The kids are pretending to work and I’m pretending to care about them being …
The Closing Of A Book
Shift your life from a peasant
of wisdom to nirvana’s next top model…
30 Word Stories
This made me think about the difference between microlit and poetry and I came to the conclusion that microfiction is like a skit or a scene proforma, but in written form.
Dear Mr Hemingway
Dear Mr Hemingway, We thank you for your submission, and for your service to your country. Our publication is currently not looking for stories based around war as we believe …
Flash Fiction Challenge
If you would like to be a part of the fun, you can join here. If you would like to see what The Literary Gangster has been up to on Twitter, you can here.
Sketching Sunsets
I’m sketching sunsets Paint colour schemes in my mind I, opaque prism, Boundary reflecting light, Etch lead shavings with my hand.
Tsundoku Confessions
I was recently laughed at when entering a Zonta book sale because I dragged an empty suitcase behind me and left it under a table while two elderly ladies monitored …
Seeing Daylight
He walks me through the doorway to a brightly lit room with a white tiled floor. I am made to sit in what feels like a leather chair – old, …
The Wandering Wonderer
Reggie woke with the sun soaking his tired legs and Mar had left a plate of toast with jam and a coffee urn on his bedside table. He sat up …
