The Spicy Cauldron

UK police steal food and blankets from the homeless

Andrew S. Hinkinson — Fri, 24 May 2013 08:53:15 +0000

Police have swooped on the homeless, grabbing sleeping bags and food parcels donated by the public, in co-ordinated raids around the borough of Redbridge. This immoral and inhumane action is a shocking example of how the British police now operate … Continue reading →

Fight austerity, challenge the lies, stand up and roar

Andrew S. Hinkinson — Thu, 23 May 2013 23:46:22 +0000

Sometimes a person needs to hibernate, like a bear in the winter. This can be because of illness or because a person is feeling worn out by whatever life has thrown at him or her; perhaps they have worked too … Continue reading →

Rusty Ralph

Andrew S. Hinkinson — Thu, 23 May 2013 09:11:14 +0000

Rusty or, as I’ve found he prefers me to call him, Ralph.

Poem // Twist

Andrew S. Hinkinson — Thu, 23 May 2013 00:10:13 +0000

You said you still love me from the top of the stairs. What would the new boyfriend think of that, I wondered? And what a twist that makes of everything.

Poem // Your Last Word

Andrew S. Hinkinson — Tue, 21 May 2013 22:17:29 +0000

What would it be? Oh seems likely. God Almighty (but that’s two). Wow is good for setting up some intrigue. Shit, maybe, as a lorry ploughs into you. What about kiss me, again that’s two, or the name of a … Continue reading →

Poem // Look God

Andrew S. Hinkinson — Mon, 20 May 2013 22:41:58 +0000

Never trust an absent father who won’t pay his way, show up on birthdays and holidays, take some responsibility. Look God, it’s just you, me and the whole world now. Time was, you could say, “It’s not me, it’s Lucifer” … Continue reading →

Flowers, Eden Project, Cornwall

Andrew S. Hinkinson — Thu, 16 May 2013 10:44:24 +0000