I haven’t posted on here since October 2023! My life as an author and artist has, for the most part, been put on hold since then. I’ve written the odd poem and short story, but overall my attention has been diverted to other parts of my life. That’s not to say I didn’t take myselfContinue reading “March Updates”
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The Statue That Could See
The Statue is looking at me or am I looking at the Statue? Impossible to say. Certainly, the Statue has eyes, eyes that follow, eyes that chase, eyes that will never leave me. I’ve been here many times before in this hall of oppressive stone. Statues surround me but only one has my heart. IContinue reading “The Statue That Could See”
A Farewell to Summer
Under the sky of teal and cottonthe magpies danceon fences and treesas dew drips from garden weedsI listen out for Summerwho’s on her way home. A humid breeze as the clock strikes noonI fall in love with the frost of dead years,sweet scents tease my lungswith the promise of Summerbut my old lover is lost,stuckContinue reading “A Farewell to Summer”
Time to Breathe
Haven’t felt rightfor some timeI just needsome timepleaseto breathe. © Davey Cobb 2023 All Rights Reserved
Update: October 2023
It’s been a while since I did any writing, except for today. The last project I was working on was a novel/novella (as of yet undecided) titled Polite Society, which explores class bias and stereotypes ingrained in British society. I began writing it with all guns ablazing in September, which quickly staggered to a haltContinue reading “Update: October 2023”
Another New Beginning
I’ve only been living in London for 4 months now, and already we have moved from the initial flat we were living in. We have moved to a co-living space only a stone’s throw from central London, which I’m hoping will be a good opportunity to network and also an inspiring space to write, createContinue reading “Another New Beginning”
Grey Britain
My mind is a fragile thing. No, the world around me is fragile, brittle, crumbling at the faintest touch. I am strong; a stoic among weaklings, a hero among monsters, a shining light that eliminates darkness and leads the way. If I keep telling myself that, I will live to see another day. I willContinue reading “Grey Britain”
Goat Man
On the outskirts of Manchester, there lived a goat-headed man named Burt. From the neck down, his humanoid body was the same as any man, and he dressed in expensive, tailored suits to ensure he fit in at work. His head, however, was a sight to behold; curved horns sprouted from his long, furry face,Continue reading “Goat Man”
The Underground Blues
The putrid claws of mundanitypull me to the escalator,there I stand for twenty secondsterrified of the bottom. The train rolls and screeches,a hundred frowns appearto duel for a blue throneand pretend they don’t existin the same space as their peers. The metal tomb shakes,two hundred legs quake,two hundred eyes aim at no onein order toContinue reading “The Underground Blues”
Thread
I sputter liesinto the skyagainst the grainof my own advice. I pour my dreamsinto the streamof white wineand no one else. I turn recluseunder your roofwarm under blanketsthread by you.
Davey Cobb 