Hi, I'm currently studying English Literature with Creative Writing and Film at the University of Hertfordshire. This may sound lovely, until you realise that UH is located in Hatfield, but every cloud etc. Hopefully afterwards i might go into primary education or, if we're dreaming big, something that i will enjoy. I write mostly spoken word, but will endeavour to try and branch out a bit. I also attempt to do a bit of music and have a bandcamp page at thomasroche.bandcamp.com. My sister, Charlie Preston, is also on this site. If you haven't checked out her stuff you should!
Anchor To 'anchor' can mean two things: to hold steady, to hold still. On the border where Quebec meets Neverland, voices sing a song I will never write. Voices belonging to some who will never talk together in the night, and tell stories and share memories of those they themselves used to anchor - and perhaps still wish they did. There's a beauty in familiarity, in the way the chains link together, in the way the movement of the tide simulates movement between us - I on deck, you clasping the seabed (thought of course for you my dear it's the other way around). But sometimes the seas lull, it becomes clear that there is no movement; together we are motionless. Casanova cancers grow, My heart becomes porous and more hollow, and i man the lifeboats. "Where are you going?" you'll rise and call. "To Ville-Marie, Saint Laurent, anywhere in Montreal!". "And what then?" I pause. And then turn to face the shore, which grows small and faint as I row back. Feeling embarrassed, foolish. Rowing back to where I was before.
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The Queen. (26/04/2013)
An Hour Inside (26/04/2013)
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