Monthly Archives: December 2011

they sit around a murdered bird; there’s too much food, Mam’s forcing roast potatoes on Frankie’s plate – he pushes it away. Dad explodes: I’m sick a yee! Yer twisty-faced, ungrateful little – Micky! Mam pleads, he ignores her, full … Continue reading →

It’s the most depressing time of year Frankie hates it – all the false cheer the stupid Santas, cutesy reindeer. A bunch of drunken men, waving pints of beer wandering in the road shout Poof and Queer! Corinne pulls his … Continue reading →

He’s tired because he was up late watching TV Because he took drugs all weekend Because he went to bed early Because he had to get up for school. He looks at his clothes and shoes waiting to be put … Continue reading →

he falls back down the well of dark – fear and worry and pain wants to switch off his brain forget his history, this hell: starting with Derek, that first kiss the dressing up, kid’s games, the time dad caught … Continue reading →

why he does it, worries, wants to stop but a taunt at school an insult in the street will send him back to the soothing pain. He watches the washing blowing on the line he sees a shirt waving it’s … Continue reading →

finds a moment when the house is still. Mam’s out, Dad’s with her. Paddy’s with his pals. Frankie makes a nick in his vein thick red treacles out he slices again and again gets a woozy high he’s cleaning inside … Continue reading →

Frankie’s got the midweek blues – can’t think straight, depressed, cabbaged totalled, in bed, needing tac to get himself going again. He rolls a thin one, smokes it out the window, then slips into the bathroom when no-one’s around. Looking … Continue reading →

Frankie’s in freefall spliffs, vodka, E and special K he’s bought his ticket to ride: the adrenalin highs the stomach lurching lows, it goes so fast he has no time to brood or wonder. He tells Corinne: It’s like I’m … Continue reading →

His mouth is minging his eyes red, stinging his ears are still ringing from the riot of last night his hands are shaking he drops the milk bottle as he’s taking it out of the fridge, it’s breaking into shards … Continue reading →