December 2011
7 posts
Vote
Vote for Sian S. Rathore here http://benjaminjudge.com/2011/12/25/christmas-day-the-prize-the-final-the-vote it was a competition and it is Christmas, after all.
unflinching, unafraid: // something sweet →
unflinchingunafraid:
if i wanted to press you against a wall with my fingers looped around your wrists if i wanted to hold your narrow hips or touch eyelashes like small fluttering bugs if i wanted to smell your hair and let my lips brush your throat and breathe there
would that be like a problem for you - because…
i'm like an anagram sometimes - Sian S. Rathore
you haven’t lived until you’ve seen a boy chasing a dog chasing a duck imagine seeing it the duck is terrified of being eaten, the dog is hungry, the boy is autistic and it’s christmas last year i’m getting tired of proclaiming i don’t feel christmassy there’s no achievement in not doing something like never reading twilight or never watching star wars you can make an anagram of THEY SEE from...
The Beau Brummell Press has almost won something
Hey, you guys! Why did none of you tell us that we were shortlisted for the Best Writing on a Blog in the Manchester Blog Awards? We didn’t even nominate ourselves. We have no idea how this happened. But we’re so bloody chuffed to even be shortlisted! I guess this means that this is a proper blog now and we ought to start taking it a little more seriously. Anyway, look, here’s...
Temporary Signs: EXISTENTIAL CRISIS IN AISLE SEVEN →
This is a short surrealist verse by Sian S. Rathore for Poetry By Emily Dickinson, with a positive review: poetrybyemilydickinson:
Bro ghost crying naked hysterical In a grocery store fantasy on fire, face discovered girlfriend you cannot empty a basketball court of dogs or a face full of soy sausages or a generation of madness
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REMIX by: helpimburnt
ORIGINAL TEXT...
EXTREME SENSATION OF WORTHLESSNESS
poetrybyemilydickinson:
a bag of cocaine
and a baby
fall out the window
this is so much fun
i love
physical comedy
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REMIX by: James Alden
ORIGINAL TEXT by: bearwave, feeeeeeel, rednewsom, crispinbest.
The Dining Dead - Sian S. Rathore
We rarely go to restaurants but this time we did. Agonising over the starters he suddenly said: “Hold your tongue tonight. You’re always saying things that might choke me.” I said nothing. Our drinks popped flat in the ambient warmth. After the waiter came, he said: “Burn your clothes. They are Not yours and they smell like him The heavy perfume stings my eyes” So I planned a small...
