• Barber commented on the post, construction 1 year, 4 months ago

    What are you building? Or even, WHY are you building?
    I spend my days reading and working and learning and growing but the outcomes are ever more unclear, the blueprints are fading and the engineers are gone and I find myself building just for the sake of building. Building because I feel into construction and it’s all I know, not because there’s…[Read more]

  • Barber commented on the post, butterflies 2 years, 4 months ago

    Don’t tell the scientists – or the entomologists – but there’s really only one difference between moths and butterflies: beauty.
    The world is becoming increasingly mothy; society is dark and our hearts are ugly. We swarm, frenzied, around whichever light shines brightest now, fighting for its attention, achieving nothing. Musicians, athletes,…[Read more]

  • Barber commented on the post, involved 3 years, 3 months ago

    “I’m afraid to say he isn’t really very… involved.” Her eyes bore deep into mine as if to drive her meaning telepathically. I knew what she meant, regardless of her steely gaze. What she means to say, of course, is that young Alfie doesn’t have a lot of friends. She means to say that the teachers have ‘tried everything’ but he just doesn’t want…[Read more]

  • Barber commented on the post, silk 3 years, 3 months ago

    Soft and precious, like the beautiful silk weavings of ancient women worlds away, no less mysterious to me than the stars in the night sky, her hand brushed against mine; the poignant breath and the whisper in her eye cried into our shared moment of silence, and then was gone.

  • Barber commented on the post, screens 3 years, 3 months ago

    The screens between us weren’t sufficiently robust – still the light glared through from the setting sun behind, silhouetting the blood as it splattered upon the waxen sheets which hung loosely from their rusted frames; still the anguished screams pierced these pathetic curtains as the work began before the anesthetic had made its heroic race to…[Read more]

  • Barber commented on the post, burning 3 years, 3 months ago

    Like bonfires in deep November they burned across the city, these pockets of broken humanity. The bats would flit between them, known but unseen, and chatter their secret speech across the skies. The last of our schools and hospitals burning to the ground, their forgotten value just embers on the scorched politic.

  • Barber commented on the post, unhealthy 3 years, 4 months ago

    You see them in the street or in the park, parading their greedy opulence without shame or penitence. And their indulgence is not merely physical – it’s the mind that’s sick that makes the wallet spill over with its decadent obscenity. Selfishness is the sickness of the 21st century.

  • Barber commented on the post, denim 4 years, 12 months ago

    There were stress marks in the folds of the knees and the seat was wearing thin. The coarse weight of the wet denim clung to his thighs like a leech, and the buckle of his belt was rusty and scarred and the cuff gathered over his boot. He poked two weathered thumbs through the loops of the waist and clung to them like he clings to this image of…[Read more]

  • Barber commented on the post, terrain 4 years, 12 months ago

    The cracks and crevices in the terrain of my furrowed face are not unlike those in which I lay for months on end, barren and wasted and lifeless. My finger still coils around the ghost of the trigger like the snakes that writhed in that desert, and no more tears have fallen on these cheeks than raindrops fell on that ground.
    For what felt like an…[Read more]

  • Barber commented on the post, grateful 5 years ago

    There’s an ugly irony to gratitude.
    See, it’s always seemed to me that those of us who are most privileged – the ones who have the most to be grateful for – we tend to be the least grateful ones. And I’ve even been to those slums where there’s a boy just grateful to have a pair of shoes to wear, even if they don’t fit; grateful for a seat in a…[Read more]

  • Barber commented on the post, baffled 5 years, 12 months ago

    I have to say, I’m baffled. Only today I used the word ‘baffled’ in a lesson, and it became the word of the day because so many pupils had never come across it before. As if that wasn’t baffling enough, it’s now also oneword’s word of the day. Coincidence? Divine? Certainly baffling.

  • Barber commented on the post, collage 6 years, 4 months ago

    Her face was a collage of black and blue and lines of red, like a bad piece of modern art. The downwards-facing crescent beneath her nose was the heart of the work, and the ink itself told less of a story than the fact it was smudged down the cheek.

  • Barber commented on the post, stories 6 years, 5 months ago

    “They’re just stories,” she scoffed, throwing the book down upon the table contemptuously, “they don’t mean anything.”
    The corners were dogeared already, the leaves withered and yellowing from age, the letters faded. Countless thumbs had turned these pages, each owned by a narrator of their own secret story. The book could tell more stories than…[Read more]

  • Barber commented on the post, trench 6 years, 6 months ago

    Tears tumble like vinegar down the deep trenches in her face, streaming over the crevices of her faded old skin and splashing onto the face of the dried old photograph. It was a haunting mirror, only half true now and stuck desperately in the past as she looked on at the handsome young couple smiling back at her in smudged black and white.
    A tear…[Read more]

  • Barber commented on the post, destined 6 years, 6 months ago

    I was destined to be set free, and that’s the extent of my destiny.
    They say ‘what ever will be will be’, but that’s not the same as destiny.
    I say ‘whatever will be will be when you make the decision to make it be’.
    So look where you like if you like what you see, since that’s up to you and that’s up to me.

  • Barber commented on the post, tales 6 years, 7 months ago

    The wallpaper is of a style beyond an era I could name, and yet the condition is perfect; no tattered edges, no curled corners, no scuffs, scratches or scrapes. It doesn’t have the same old-person smell that so many of the others had either, nor even that taint air of alcohol gel and cleaning agents. It just seems fresh here at WestAcre Care…[Read more]

  • Barber commented on the post, learn 6 years, 8 months ago

    “And what did we learn today class?” There was smudged ink on his hand and a flake of minestrone in his moustache. His cheeks were red; though not with shame or anger.
    There was a muted shuffling. Eyes flickered towards the clock. Feet slipped into shoes. They sat. For the first time in the afternoon, silence ruled.
    “Well?!” he bellowed at blank…[Read more]

  • Barber commented on the post, claims 6 years, 8 months ago

    “It’s been a long time!” he exclaimed, his smile wide but his eyes muted.
    “How have you been?” I asked, loosing my tie and setting my pint briefly on the corner of the table. Perhaps he could see through the feigned interest, but he played along.
    “Very well indeed,” he went on, “I’ve been travelling. South Pacific mostly; New Zealand, Tonga,…[Read more]

  • Barber commented on the post, due 6 years, 10 months ago

    I haven’t written a oneword for a while, I think it’s about due.
    I like language, I think it’s fun. Homophones are my favourites. Especially how they’re not always homophones depending on your accent.
    Due know what I’m talking about?
    I hope you due.

  • Barber commented on the post, rise 6 years, 10 months ago

    Burning torches and red faces, but no hoods, no balaclavas. We have no shame in this, no secrets. We sweep the streets like a slow stampede – calculated and considered but no less catastrophic. We don’t scream, we don’t shout, but the sound of smashing windows is drowned beneath the beat of marching feet.
    Storm strike the city streets; united…[Read more]