Andrew Chapman's Blog, page 12
February 6, 2016
Mother of Squalor
She tipped her hat against the wind and squinted through the rain Her life was a novella of pulp in …
February 5, 2016
The Obscene and Criminal Malice Inflicted by Time
You know when you lose your TV remote and it drives you crazy. You look everywhere. You search frantically, chucking …
January 27, 2016
Once Upon a Wine (How not to write a fairytale, by a bored and drunk writer)
Once upon a time, is an overused trope. There are many established and recognised ways to tell a story. This …
January 25, 2016
Tom Waits – Small Change
Tom Waits was a man with a voice like burnt gravel and the mannerisms of Heath Ledger’s Joker. He sounded …
January 24, 2016
An Art: the Rules of Which are Ambiguous and Hard to Dispute.
This is a poem. Don”t believe me? Prove it. That’s the whole poem. Clever isn’t it? (he said sardonically). …
January 23, 2016
The Ignoble Poet
It occurs to the Ignoble Poet that all things are shit We are many; us word beating priests of piss. …
January 19, 2016
Dystopian Insects. (The Emerald Society)
There is a wasp that stings a cockroach in the head It picks its place carefully, like an emerald surgeon …
January 18, 2016
Poems are for Drunks and Romantics.
I am a man of words. A novelist. I never expected, nor had any desire, to be a poet. Poetry …
January 17, 2016
Did a Ghost just fly out of this Trumpet?
(Video of ghost at bottom of post) I don’t believe in ghosts. Let’s start with that. I have recently moved …
November 18, 2015
Rubble in Waiting (a short story)
In 1970 an Earthquake killed my colleagues. I have since become something of an expert in all things seismic. The …
