luke otley

Desert Storm

Trouble followed me effortlessly across the desert three thousand miles, a dirt shag rug lives at my feet, black armies scurry in …

I’m more concerned with

whether or not I’m a good lover. I’m more concerned with whether or not I’m a good friend. I’m more …

Old Dog Love

Excuse me, would you accept this? The card is attached to a thick brown arm cut with a heavy silver …

As Is

I fumble for the USB jack, and for the keys. Everything is washed in cool light. Immediately my mug is …

Listening to Little Things

‘Would you rather be blind or deaf?’ Deaf, I always answered, definitively. My foot-down certainty sealed the rest away, the white …

Bubbles

I write streams of journals about woe, about life. I decide what is worth sorrow, I say to my sister– …

SHOWBOATING

The procession started, they carved downstream all guts, glory and flags. Ribbons sliced the stillness, an inflatable duck smacked about …

MOTH

My hands were shaking– I kept a watchful eye on my palms and fingers for fear I might be witness …

Picking up trash

I watched a documentary on my phone about Chernobyl. Wow- I thought to myself- Europe a waste and I wasn’t …

Roadtrain

I feel him coming through the base of my seat, under my thighs the vibrations spread like disease as darkness holds its …

Fifty Minute Friends

Unafraid, you off-load your current worries about the fate of your washing-machine. You’re frantic that they may sabotage the smooth …

Fat and Thin Sketch

‘116 one flat white?’ industrious worker bee must be fifteen tops, this kid’s going places, I think to myself, slurping …

Impromptu Poem: For Pigs

I thought I’d get a Mcdonalds breakfast. I drank a bit too much whiskey last night and was feeling sorry …

Song For O

Take it you said, note between your two forefingers crumpled, mauve, still alien after eight months. I know you got …

Free To Roam With Wolves

My truest friend is gone robbed back to Cornish cobbles, back to what I used to think were wide drains …

The Noise of the Clock

Phone screen like a drought plain, like a thousand smacked mouths and split lips run in rivers rushing at the …

Milk Run

The car entered the lot moving slowly, its weight worked at the loose stones, tonnes of steel composed by engineers …

Yard

A white picket fence half painted, an open own mixed paint pot no label, tin, ringed grooves, copper colour rust …

The year I tasted coffee

Sit and think about the year he said and so I did On my back ‘gainst rough plastic and rope …