Rony AlfandaryDec 15, 20208 minMid-Autumn’s Nightmare "Enough, enough of pretending! I don't want them to come near me again. I don't want them to lay their hands on me again. I don't want to...
Rony AlfandaryDec 3, 202035 minAnonymityRoy wanted to be very drunk that night. He had two choices: Getting a bottle and drinking alone or going out to the pub. He didn't feel...
Rony AlfandaryNov 24, 20205 minThe Coffin"You're inside now", said the little boy as he climbed over the sleepy man, mounting him and getting a firm grip with his little legs...
Rony AlfandaryNov 21, 202010 minThe Bench"I'll see you down later, on the bench, alright? Where else? It was always on the bench, by the bench; we'd stop by the bench first and...
Rony AlfandaryNov 18, 20207 minStitchesAnd in one photograph you can see him stitching his fingers together with a cotton thread. Why would he do a thing like that? Why did he?...
Rony AlfandaryNov 16, 20207 minWith and Without This is a tale of no importance. Out of boredom, to escape from the blues, I sat back and rambled, and travelled to a near-by place where...
Rony AlfandaryNov 16, 20206 minA Killing He felt she was going to get killed that morning. Something in the way she looked at him just before she left the house on her way into...
Rony AlfandaryNov 9, 20207 minUnholisticAt first, there was nothing to complain about, lying in bed with a slight temperature wasn't an ordeal at all. For lunch, he had a...
Rony AlfandaryNov 1, 202030 minEnglish PoemsON REACHING THIRTY Getting into the car this morning orange Mini, the best of British industry, pulling out the choke handle cord...
Rony AlfandaryAug 19, 20201 minThe Return to the CityThe City loves me, she loves me not She loves me, she loves me not She loves me, she loves me not London loves me. 2012. But it has not...
Rony AlfandaryJul 15, 20203 minThe GlucidsWhen he turned around, he knew that the Glucids were watching every move he made. Keeping his eyes fixed to the door handle, he slowly...
Rony AlfandaryJun 28, 200077 minFathers are always Right, or, No Point Dealing with the DyingDamn it, if there was an easy way of saying this. Trying to work out the intereminable English winter and what it does to sweet...