September 20, 2014
I carry my voice in a brown paper bag, the top rolled down three crumpled turns
to seal it in real tight but not tight enough that I can’t get it out when I need it.
I carry my brown paper bag in my right hand, my arm barely swinging at my side
through these London streets. I hold my head up high, my nose tipped slightly
above the horizon line, but diverting my gaze from oncoming eyes
they never lock with a passerby’s, my feet travelling in straight unswerving lines
even in front of crowded tube stations because we all know it’s eye contact
that gives them courage to stay their path and knock you off yours.
But if they don’t see me, their noses pointing down into a glowing screen
I unroll my bag ever so slightly, two uncrumpling turns in preparation,
just in case, I may need my voice, my words to alert, warn and yes, even scold,
for failure to notice my approach, my steady path through this city’s space
untouched, unmoved, unscathed. And if they don’t yield, and I don’t yield
and our bodies touch, an elbow in my rib, a briefcase in my shin, a dirty look
I uncrumple that last roll of my paper bag and hold it open like a gift,
offering them to peer inside and always without fail they stop and do just that,
like the curious cat that was killed, and my voice it rises up from the paper bag
like an encompassing fog, swallowing them whole, like Jonah’s raging whale,
washing over them until my throat is raw, my lungs deflated,
and my red, sweaty face aching, my wrath spent in one fiery blaze
that knocks them in the gut, they sidestep, out of my path, a clumsy dance,
and then I roll the top of my brown paper bag down in three crumpled turns
seal it real tight but not tight enough that I can’t get my voice out when I need it,
and continue on my way, this! is city walking.
October 3, 2014
Birkbeck’s MA program in Creative Writing keeps the art of the short story alive in their eleventh anthology of short stories by Birkbeck students past and present. This year, the anthology includes a short story written by yours truly. Escaping Time started out as a short story, but after a few months of life, developed into my MA thesis: 15000 words of my current novel in progress. There are many exciting stories in this year’s anthology. I read them all in two days, and I enjoyed every single one. Some are a shock to the system, others are tear-jerkers, and then there are the ones that turn your view of the world or society or even yourself onto its head. I was humbled by the talent in this book and grateful the editors chose to include my story. The print books are nearly sold out. You can still find a few copies on Amazon or come along to a live reading to pick up your copy at the October 13th Hubbub at The Harrison Pub. There are plenty of ebooks available on Amazon here: MIR 11.