“She's dead”, wails Elaine into the telephone “What?” replies Catherine, all mock shock and horror “Rosy,” she blubs uncontrollably, ”˜Rosy' “Dead?” “Yes” her mother sobs…
neilcoppenOctober 30, 2007
Roll Up For the Magical Mystery Tour A letter for Jill on her Departure John Lennon sits on the edge of her bed, his wings…
neilcoppenSeptember 22, 2007
Her worst were the openings. Tim at the podium, reduced to an artist statement- a jumble of jargon, justification. Explanations he owed no one. Why…
neilcoppenSeptember 22, 2007
Wendy stepped from out of the change rooms, usually reserved for sweaty sportsman, to meet a coliseum of twenty thousand followers. Upon her entrance some…
neilcoppenSeptember 22, 2007
From a road side stall-midnight- I see my destiny reflected in a cold cuppa chai You've been given the wings Frankie (I mutter to myself....prophetically…
neilcoppenSeptember 22, 2007
Circles for so long After the wake, after the last drunken mourner has left, I make my way to my grandmother's room. Candle wicks burn…
neilcoppenSeptember 22, 2007
At 5'oclock Mrs Webb was woken by the first signs of dawn flapping in the curtain. She rose quickly, taking a moment to rub arnica…
neilcoppenApril 14, 2007