These are little Tales From The Town booklets that you can keep in your pocket, all made from a single sheet of paper folded up inexpertly into a little book, with a cover and three tales on the first three pages, and then four more inside when you unfold it. (There’s nothing on the reverse of the sheet because the ink from the pens bled through the paper)
They are entirely pointless really but then entirely pointless things are the best sorts of things.
Pocket Tales #1
It didn’t last long. But it would be rebuilt forever. Permanence through transience. Memories made flesh.
The cages had been empty for quite some time. As fast as anyone could fill them, others emptied them. You can’t imagine what now lives in the woods.
It was a jungle in there.
It was always the hair it got wrong. .gnorw tog ti riah eht syawla saw tI
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Pocket Tales #2
You could walk up its tail and slide down its neck. But no one ever did.
The longer you look the larger it looms.
It wasn’t very deep. But it was somehow irresistible.
They were having a party. They could eat anything they wanted. And they want to eat just about everything. (As long as it was triangular).
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Pocket Tales #3
Its sadness persisted for as long as it lived.
It was impossible to see against the sea and the sky. It liked to believe it no longer existed.
You went inside so you could come back out. No one knew why it was there.
Nothing it showed mattered any more. The less useful it was, the more beautiful it became.
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Pocket Tales #4
It was neither fun nor fair. We would never learn.
An abundance of life in little more than a puddle. Each day new marvels could be found.
Rusted Metal and barnacles. A strange romance, but an evocative one.
Unidentified Skeleton
Is there anything in this world better than half buried old bones?
The Top Of The Cliff
Look out to sea. Let the wind blow through your hair. Brood to your heart’s content.
The Hole
Things emerged from here more often than we liked. But to fill it in seemed unimaginable.
The Bottom Of The Cliff
The ruins of old civilisations.
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Notes:
1. Pocket Tales #1 was written on June 2nd, 2021
2. Pocket Tales #2 and #3 were written on June 3rd, 2021
3. Pocket Tales #4 was written on June 5th, 2021
4. I made these because it’s been sunny here, and I had some nieces and nephews staying, and so we made some things in the garden
5. I drew the pictures and wrote the words, but they suggested the topics for me to draw sometimes, especially in Pocket Tales #1 and #2
6. Pocket Tales #3 was an experiment with paint (which didn’t quite work, due to printer paper going all crinkly when wet)
7. Pocket Tales #4 was written all on my own because they had left by then and I missed them already
8. If you want to print some of these out yourself, you can use the images below if you want (click on them to get the full size versions)
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