Category Archives: Poetry

Mike Hampton’s poetry expresses emotions into birds, bees and razor blades.

Marshmellow Life

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This will be hard. Are you ready for it?” he asked. “I was born ready,” she said. But her giggle gave her away so he asked, “Do you like marshmallows?” “Oh yeah! I love sweet things,” she said. I want you to imagine a giant one… as big as your garden.” “Gosh,” she giggled. “That’s a BIG fucking marshmallow!” “And it’s going to get bigger ’cause you’re going to visualize walking through it, every single day, on your way to work.” “Golly gosh,” the young thing emphasized. “That’s like trying … Read the full article…

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Creeders

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An early thought for a sci-fi story… They were more than clay and river. Chaos raced in their bones and was subdued. They were the self- appointed in a stormy age of pain and fear. Creation rebelled. Adults sank into victims or sinners. Children bled children. Minds spat disease into begging minds. Violence begot unreason. The earth hurt and the sky cried pestilence. A secret history. A shame made forgotten. Healing desires lies and sacrifice. And that’s how it was. A world that forgot itself. But they were believers, of … Read the full article…

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Thick Feet Social

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She walked in with no shoes which prompted an elderly gentleman at a neighbouring table to state questioningly, “Most women would be lost without a hundred pairs.” “It’s natural this way,” she replied as she held a whiskey in one hand and a 21-chemical cigarette in the other. “You don’t remember me?” he asked with the minimised bruised ego one would expect from a man over sixty-five. And when she never responded, he added, “We had a good conversation about a year ago…and I said that my wife would love … Read the full article…

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The Death of Georgie Bumwheel (Part 2)

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“Order, order in Heaven,” God demanded.  The angels quietened (lowering their eyes to look at their dresses).  They had been arguing over who would have the last piece of bubbleyum that had been given to them by Archangel Michael.  They quickly solved the dilemma by deciding to share the gum; three chews each. Satisfied, God continued.  “It is Judgement Day No. 6, Revelation Case 500 000 000 762  345 666.  Will Bum please take the stand.” “That’s Bumwheel,” protested the spirit in question. Georgie was in a foul mood.  For the past 63 … Read the full article…

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The Death of Georgie Bumwheel (Part 1)

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Georgie Bumwheel wasn’t feeling well. He had been on his way home from Dirty Harry’s, the local pub, when, in the middle attempting to think of a decent excuse to tell the missus shy he was so incredibly late, a gigantic pink pig (incidentally it had reminded him very much of his missus whom he believed to be mankind’s closest resemblance to a ball) had waddled into the road. He swerved but since his senses were slightly muddled there was a whumph! as he squashed the pig. His last thoughts … Read the full article…

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The Birth of Hate

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The woman’s corpse lay sprawled like some adult’s forgotten doll. Her mouth, stained by scream, underlined her strained facial muscles and eyes that terror had mutilated into bloated orbs. Her ripped clothing exposed flesh from torso to thighs; the red of blood claiming her skin to a race of its own. Her left breast sat firm, perfect and dishonest. Her right breast testified reality. Or rather, the ragged hole where her nipple had been did. Teeth marks on the rest of her breast lent evidence to how it had been … Read the full article…

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