Author Archives: Matthew Lyons

Pure

Bound to Blush



Bound to blush a little and wince a lifetime. I had a go. Perhaps it’s loneliness. Sometimes tilt the head, never to smooch no no no, only to assess what software output looks like on screen. Tilt and blush at the screen. Not actual graphics




Sprout

Part 1: Contentlin, Tug Me

Tug me o gracious contentlin, I am bound to blush a little and wince a life time.

Meant to. It just sat there soaking. Meant to joust. It sat there still. Meant to parry. There it stood whilst the villagers whisper. Mean to me. While the people named Keith seem to jostle on my shoulder. Meant to nip in the drying rack. While they drip dry. Mean to be patient. While they dry. Meant to call Sally. Sally please.






Part 2 : Behead

Tall Tom beheaded it, lopped off the mind behind this exercise we all did. A walk around the block in the morning. Until it started our backs hurt. Now the one who put it in place ain’t here. Therefore we cower, therefore the rather rosy reign of Sally all ended.

Pure

Illustration for The New York Times Book Review of Pure by Julianna Baggott.

Dystopian cheese flavouring crisps finger man has been busy dabbing the rocks. He is walking over to finish the rocks on the right mountain.

Running the Routes

I got to do a map. This shows running routes around England and Wales. For Runner’s World Magazine.

Look at the map, travel across my favourite hedge ridden English hills to yours with intent. I have the Adam’s apple so I came round to mend something. You didn’t need me. I don’t like touching my Adam’s apple it feels weird. Wise woman specie told me when packing I should wrap my moisturiser in a plastic bag in case it spills in my rucksack, but I like to live on the edge. Can’t get a seat on the train I crammed myself into the isle, all squashed and my quivering flaky nose wouldn’t stop worrying about the moisturiser spilling. Need to be refreshed on this busy stale air train. Tilt the head back 90 degrees and stick out the tongue. Blow out with might and it will begin to rain a refreshment on your face. Fellow passengers don’t like me any more.