jack the ripper (Remove filter)
From The Attic
From The Attic
A wooden chest, labelled ‘Uncle Jack’
Slowly I start to unpack:
Inside there sits some dusty books
Carefully placed so if someone looks
They will not see what’s underneath
A collection of human teeth
A fine, silken, black top hat
A jar half full of congealed fat
Some boiled sweets in a paper cone
Something that looks like a finger bone
Some...
Tuesday 16th April 2019 4:51 pm
Bucks Row
Bucks Row
gaslight lamps
cast pools of sickly yellow
and the cobble stones
glisten with evening rain
a smell of burnt stew
drifts in with the stirring
of fog and smoke
that wraps your legs
in cobwebs and candyfloss
a street sellers distant call
proclaiming hot chestnuts
while a dog pisses
against a bollard of black iron
blood spills from an alleyway
...Saturday 16th November 2013 7:15 pm
The Trade Name
The Trade Name.
When the green fairy
kisses my lips
with sweet anise,
I take the grand wormwood path
just for jolly, wouldn’t you?
Cachous,
to mask her breath
of juniper.
A road
to mothers ruin.
The gas-lit fog
cloaks the backstreet
opiate dens,
where wretched
addicts lie.
Pastry faced women,
lifting ski...
Monday 11th March 2013 2:37 pm
Recent Comments
blackrose on The Observations of The Strath and Formant
24 minutes ago
Jon on New Life
43 minutes ago
blackrose on Make Me Sweat
44 minutes ago
Landi Cruz on Esoteric
2 hours ago
Tom Doolan on Make Me Sweat
2 hours ago
Landi Cruz on Hold the Front Page
2 hours ago
Graham Sherwood on Hold the Front Page
2 hours ago
Telboy on Hold the Front Page
2 hours ago
M.C. Newberry on Ballot Box
3 hours ago
M.C. Newberry on A cloudy day in early May in old England
4 hours ago