Category: Very Short Story

The Lounge Chair of Luxury

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His study is a place of bourgeois reflection and hard-won luxury for a man of the people.
He reflects on the day and sometimes other things as he prepares to mix a drink.
The leather lounge chair smells so expensive to him that no candle could ever compare.
As he sits down to ponder his life, he feels youthful as a renaissance man with a full head of hair and most of his teeth.
The lounge chair of luxury is beautiful and stern, just like the interior decoration and his mood.
He reclines on the lounge chair of luxury, unable to find a comfortable spot.
The leather lounge chair cannot replace that hollow feeling felt so often, now his heart feels no love.

Vintage Fridge

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You live with a fridge from yesteryear.; her door is old, and the suction is a bit off.
Partying like you’re in your twenties, you drank too much last night and feel flat.
You descend the staircase to the kitchen for some relief from the heat and sickness.
Placing one foot in front of the other, you stand in front of your vintage fridge.
You open the fridge only to find a secret garden hidden inside your love.
Putrid smells and semi-decaying pumpkins reveal themselves to you in horror.
You see moss, mould, mushrooms and something else growing in that ecosystem.
Peachy, you feast your eyes on the greenery and decide to close the fridge for good; you value your tummy, so upon closing the fridge, you kiss her and say goodbye.

Poems for the Home Explained…

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Poems for the Home is a collection of my rather more “interesting” poems. I am constantly inspired by the absurd and funny. After sitting on my lounge chair thinking about a concept I coined while watching shows, which I call “horizontal lounge-chair enthusiasm“, I started writing about kitchen utensils and saucepans.


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The Kilburn

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Joy at seeing the inside of your soul.

Art Deco geometry surrounds my
construct, and I feel calm yet alive.

Bottles line your bookcase of liquor,
while your chic vibe warms my toes.

Oh, how I would love to caress the
beautiful bottles you bestow upon
such unworthy pions.

The underverse of my heart feels warm,
from you and the friendships cherished.

Stress and hatred long harboured,
set sail for unknown shores.

Fuck off feelings of self-loathing and despair,
for I let the rope fall into the water.

With each drink:
the weight of life slowly lifts
the room lights dim
interconnected feelings intensify
visions and sights distil in the air
and the candle glow abounds
laughter corrupts the innocence
wicked and beautiful ideas threaten their boundaries
and your soul, I will surely visit again.