Archive for October, 2007

Lost souls

“Sit down, Mr. Wit­ness. Your pic­tures are back from the X-ray depart­ment. I’ll be with you in one wee moment.” This is wrong. All wrong. A doctor’s tone is not sup­posed to be this psychot­ic­ally cheery. The addi­tion of a sing-song Scot­tish accent only serves to add to the impres­sion that I am about to […]

Exciting site news

If you are new to An Unre­li­able Wit­ness, hello and wel­come. You may wish to browse the About page, which has just been rewrit­ten to provide even less inform­a­tion con­cern­ing this site and its cre­ator than it did before. If you are famil­iar with An Unre­li­able Wit­ness, thanks for your con­tin­ued stoicism in the face […]

Coded promises

That’s right, that’s right, that’s you. You come along here, bold and brazen as you like, and you smash glasses, crock­ery, fin­gers and thumbs, sticks and stones against the rocks, you break my bones because names will never hurt me, and then you lean for­ward. Con­spir­at­ori­ally. War­ily. Care­fully. Cast your eyes into my skull and […]

Gone fishing

Kick off my shoes and go out­side. Grass, gravel, dirt, dust: feel them all sur­ging and stick­ing between my toes. Head down to the dis­used canal — more pic­tur­esque than such an unin­spir­ing loc­a­tion has any right to be — to find my favour­ite bench along the quietest stretch, just before the incline, and sit. […]

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Unsigned confession

wel­come to your nervous ill­ness your nervous sys­tem your flut­ter­ing and your fluc­tu­at­ing cue clam­our­ing voices are the clam­our­ing voices ready yes ready we’re ready as of a dec­ade ago stood five deep and stacked sev­en­teen high off­stage left primed and pre­pared and per­fectly poised take to the spot­lights take to the flood­lights switch switch […]