Jackson

I want a better pen. This one came from a chainstore packet dozen. Its cheap opaque plastic hides its ink and its barrel is too narrow for my hand. Its medium point is sadly blunt. It’s rough, sluggish, dragging its ball: it doesn’t dance. I want a well-built fine-point, grip-milled, translucent. I have a particular Read more

In the glass-shielded propaganda frame mounted on the bulkhead of the driver’s compartment a carefully-chosen chubby bloke-next-door is white     in a uniform     straight     smile I can almost smell his cheap aftershave Someone else has risked the cameras to rim his welcoming teeth with crimsonned lips First published in Uneven Floor Read more