top of page
Search
richcmather
The voyeur
By Richard Mather He watched her take a piss, using the camera hidden in the pan of the toilet. She wiped herself from back to front, the...
richcmather
The special sickness of Danny Lopez
By Richard Mather 1 A blue flash as the virus takes control. Lopez narrows in to find the perfect image, the perfect pose. Hyperlinks...
richcmather
The promise
By Richard Mather Abraham, it is time to leave your lonely tent. Find a vacant spot in the belly of your heart and learn to fear the...
richcmather
The family way
By Richard Mather Eve lay down and trembled. Her belly grew fat like the moon. Her womb conspired murder . Cain was gloomy at heart. Abel...
richcmather
The eye looks
By Richard Mather The eye looks The ear waits The hand gropes The heart yearns The body thrashes about the turning wheel, which turns in...
richcmather
The Chad-Cameroon oil pipeline project
By Richard Mather And again: the thud of executions echoes in the green ear of Maboula, Cameroon. The tremendous squeak of the...
richcmather
The 15:09
By Richard Mather It’s weekend and carriage D of the 15:09 is chock full of lurid laughter. “She was gagging for it, I’m telling yer.”...
richcmather
Synthesis
By Richard Mather Save us! A sex-fiend went to the wheel of the train. Is this the way out? Yes, but flies crawl downwards. I have a...
richcmather
Swinton Scene
By Richard Mather Fog swirls, curls around vans, cars, slips ghostlike through bare branches. A neighbour coughs into a handkerchief ...
richcmather
Sunfall
By Richard Mather Late October Afternoon: A Weak Watery Sun -- Not What it Was But Not Dead Yet.
richcmather
Still-life
By Richard Mather Ask her what she thinks as she conceals her baby in fallen leaves and other detritus. Still-born, still-life. All that...
richcmather
Spinoza’s hatchet
By Richard Mather For the sole perfection and the final end of a slave and of a tool is this, that they duly fulfill the task imposed on...
richcmather
Sonnet #1
By Richard Mather Morning the priest is about as the waves make their way to the shore and yet there is always the cry the old god wants...
richcmather
Snake
By Richard Mather God was walking in the heavens when a snake in the grass emerged from a black hole between Mecca and Medina. Speaking...
richcmather
Shouting in Brackets
By Richard Mather I here we are (1) sitting in a circle transmitting silences to each other and waiting (+1) for beginning to announce...
richcmather
Seventh day
By Richard Mather On the seventh day God came down Dug earth deep and wide, buried Adam In the belly of the planet. From his grave came...
richcmather
Sea song
By Richard Mather My thoughts turn to the sea: there the convolutions of time deliquesce into wavelike ease, closer to the rhythms of...
richcmather
Salford is
By Richard Mather Salford is the rain striking the terraces stacked in brown brick and wind blowing through the Pendleton underpass as...
richcmather
River Irwell
By Richard Mather I On paper a thin blue scrawl originating north of Bacup before joining the Roch, Croal, Irk and Medlock. Then it...
richcmather
Rain
By Richard Mather Endless, endless, the downward laminar flow of rain -- Atoms falling through the void
bottom of page