Author: Lucas Howard
Dropping Tea
Poem Some students say they think I’m posh. I am nothing of the kind. I have learned to watch my lip. Breath, measured. Tongue, clipped. Pauses are well timed. My broad Luton drawl...
Letting Go
Poem Under the covers Clutching a torch with fading batteries Flickers of my past in the dark laughing back at me Each perfect picture’s a trick, it’s a tragedy I only exist as a...
Lip Service
Poem I don’t wanna be stuck in a routine, a Houdini who never escaped and suffocated over seven decades. What a way to go, eh? What a waste! I’d rather be kicked in the...
The Man Who Can
Poem You run a bath for my return I take out the bins I forget half of all I yearned You remember little things You have the eye, the finer touch I engage in...
If You Think You Can Fly
Poem At this height the attempt to tempt fate and take flight is tempting, but once you’re descending it’s too late to think twice. I feel like spreading my wings and giving in to...
Zedlist – Part Fourteen
Kevin was looking through the research notes Tim had given him, using them as a starting point to initiate some of his own online research. He was looking at demonology, drawing from folklore and...
Levitate At Night
Poem Feeling washed up, waking up to another dark day. Bright nights still playing in my heart and I can’t shake the feeling that I’m not the same upstart to partake in rough parks,...
Move In Time
Comfortably – we pass the time, testing waters, casting lines. No attempts are made to hide the lasting contact of our eyes. I sense a change in mood as I feel your hand clasping...
Zedlist – Part Thirty Eight
Serial Fiction “I tell you what.” Charles said, “Take these, I promise they will help, and then I’ll order some food and we’ll all sit down to a film. What do you think?”...
Zedlist – Part Thirty Seven
Serial Novel Valerie sat in quiet defeat, her left hand on the arm of the floral patterned sofa and the other in the hand of her husband Charles, sitting in loyal support. His...
Data Analyst
Life Poem No direction. An insect at a desk. Knowing better, but settling for much less. Scared to death of breaking the silence. If this is life then tell me, why is it so...
Zedlist – Part Thirty Six
Serial Literature Kevin turned to Amy. “We need weapons, food supplies, a vehicle with plenty of fuel and a first aid kit.” “My mum has a people carrier we can use and you...
Zedlist – Part Thirty Five
Serial Fiction Novel The helicopter landed more smoothly than it had alighted. The crops were flattened by a strong down draft from the rotor blades. The entire field was empty and appeared to be...
Zedlist – Part Thirty Four
Serial Fiction Novel “I’m scared of flying”, Alex shouted, noticing Kevin’s glance and feeling the need to explain. There was an excruciating sound as fingernails scraped against the fusillade. Geoff used the controls to...
Skater Boy
Modern Poems Attracting my sites like a magnet Moving through the busy street Weaving through the evening traffic Setting pose with bended knee Taking flight as if by magic Landing inches from my...
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