insects – Tom George

Under The Radar

To all members of the soiled siblinghood who cling to the city streets, that feral fraternity bequeathed to us by Madame Thatcher, for whom the park bench is a couch and the church steps a social club, who live alongside our absurd society and happen to be addicted to the wrong things… To these homelessContinue reading “Under The Radar”

September Fly

There’s a solitary housefly living in the downstairs toilet. September fly was concieved on a dog turd down the street, hatched out on a rotting pastie by next door’s bins and found it’s way through our spare bedroom window last weekend. Since then, it has patrolled our rooms and corridors on a non-stop reconnaissance missionContinue reading “September Fly”