Christian+O'Toole

Michael Prior as the basis for a character
In a green jacket and blue pants, he approached. I noticed the broach he wore on his right lapel: gold with a small, rectangular piece on top that looked mechanical – tiny cogs that interlinked and springs. A theatrical man, who often leaned back on his heels and gesticulated with a flourish of his hands, the amateur magician made coins disappear. “It’s all in the body language,” he said, letting us in on the secret… but revealing something about our habits as humans, too. That the audience will look at the hand the magician is looking at, concealing an object in the other. Yet it was he who watched us… humoured us, even… a keen observer through his rimless glasses.

**The Ghost Shrimp **


//The appendages of the ghost shrimp burrow through, and enjoy, America, the abundant.//

The ghost shrimp had lay dormant for so long... subterranean style. It had been patient. Calm...

List poem
I will go to the cupboard under the staircase I will panic on my way, slamming doors, knocking over the chair in the hallway I will sit in the darkness I will go to the cupboard under the staircase I will hear your shouts and I will feel my stomach churn and the cold steel mop bucket at my back I will taste the blood from my lower lip I will see you soon, I am sure, looming large in the light I will go to the cupboard under the staircase.