bren

Before there was everything, there was nothing. No matter who you listen to, someone will tell you this.
Nothing.
God.
Everything.
Or –
Nothing.
Gasses.
Everything.

Whatever happene…

Because there was little, the smallest amount went to the one with the most generosity. And they were repaid with the gratitude of the others, some who meant it and some who didn’t. But that wa…

_This seems to have caused some concern/issues, so I’ve decided to take it down.

Thanks for your interest, and I hope you’ll read some of my other work!

Rgds
Bren

"You can pull that hood over as much as you like. I still want to see some ID."
"Wha’?"
"ID"
"Here"
"Hmm. It’s fake"
"It’s fuckin’ no’, I’m nineteen, I am"
"No, not the ID, you tool. The …

The old man lifted his foot – dirty, blackened – from the bucket.
"That’s what happens." The younger man just nodded, scratched his beanie-hatted head, his matting beard. Itchy hair. The old m…

He walked the way
From his childhood
Home
His face carved out by
The wind and the waves

Reaching the cliff
Stared into the sea
That looked like his face because of
The wind and the wa…

Night time. The neon splashes on water lying in the gutters, running down windows. The rain splashes on the people lying in gutters, running down streets. Cars pass, throwing puddle water and n…

The oven. The oven had me out there doing what I had to do because of the oven. I hate going out there. The people and everything. Looking at me looking at them. It’s like some kind of dysfunct…