Tag Archives: Yvann

Quentin S Crisp’s ‘September’ Reviewed

Posted on December 1, 2018 by johnbrucecairns

Rattling at the door Portended a neighbour.  Instead, “Sorry, Yvann; I’m Not in the mood for you.”  But Am I in the mood for this?   Quentin S Crisp’s September, unexpectedly not prose but a slim booklet of tanka, up … Continue reading →

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Yvann

Posted on November 14, 2018 by johnbrucecairns

I didn’t feel like going to Kingston after the library.  I could do the usual and take a Waitrose coffee home but it was only twenty past twelve.  Walking through Castle Yard I heard noise coming from a hooded young … Continue reading →

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A Line Drawn Under

Posted on December 29, 2014 by johnbrucecairns

“John!” the buzzer went. “Who is it?” “John!” It was obviously somebody who knew me; I let him in. “Do you remember my name?” “‘Yvann’.” He said he’d come to see me twice before. “I must’ve been out. Did you … Continue reading →

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The Monkey in the Bin

Posted on June 12, 2012 by johnbrucecairns

Once upon a time I was helping Rodger put up a mirror and saw a stuffed ape, wondering why he had it, surely not as a cuddly toy. He said he was a member of EDL, English Defence League, which … Continue reading →

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Connor

Posted on April 23, 2012 by johnbrucecairns

Footsteps on the stairs were fast enough but too heavy to be Connor’s. I looked out the window to see a police van. A police woman came out the block and eventually Connor was coming in, slowly followed by her. … Continue reading →

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The Tedium of Doing Good

Posted on April 10, 2012 by johnbrucecairns

Diana can’t carry too much at the one time. I agreed to help her do a big Easter shop. It was before seven thirty when I hurried her out rather than sit while she smoked and talked at length. She … Continue reading →

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The Death of Klinghoffer the Death of Me

Posted on March 10, 2012 by johnbrucecairns

Kate asked if I wanted to go and gave a note with the time she was stipulating for us to meet up at the queue for tickets for that night’s last performance of The Death of Klinghoffer at the Coliseum … Continue reading →

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Probation, Eviction and Prison

Posted on February 25, 2012 by johnbrucecairns

Got Diana to the Probation Office early and was politely told to take a hike. Diana said not to forget to come back. I was acknowledged by a restless man who didn’t sit beside but eventually asked was I there … Continue reading →

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An Interesting Case

Posted on February 2, 2012 by johnbrucecairns

Yesterday I was shaking with anger at a letter from John in prison. He ‘proved’ I hadn’t sent him money as asked, though he’d already thanked me for it as a godsend, and on this hook he hung abandonment – … Continue reading →

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Dei Ex Machina?

Posted on January 12, 2012 by johnbrucecairns

I was cooking lunch when there was a knock at the door I opened. A burly man, with another burly man and yet another behind, said he was a policeman, showing me a badge, put his foot across the door … Continue reading →

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