John lives in East Ham, in a terrace house, where a bap and doughnut is served for lunch. He listens to The Smiths and plays pool at the pub no longer dreaming of a colourful life, realism is his fantasy. He reads The Guardian, drinks fair trade coffee. He’s an aspiring writer. There’s a lot of Asians in the area. His friends are mainly white. He immerses himself in alternative cinema, film noir, old pictures, literature from the tantalising Newham bookstore. He watches live bands in the Friday pub, buys a CD or two, an earnest punter, he reads the locals. He washes his Ford on Sunday mornings, the rule of the roost. He hasn’t dreamt of greener pastures, hatching plans, though he’s read of things of that nature in the picture of poems from school. How was he to wing it? He has a twitter account without a picture, not adding any fanciful names like Mozart or Beethoven, keeping his account private, his life full, regional. He believed his fish and chip shop was the best fish and chip shop in the world. His face was expressionless face washed, his shirt ironed, his jeweled cufflink ruby red, he bought it on sale at 50% it’s retail price. He was a chicken never venturing further afield, beyond his gate.
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© Zubyre Parvez 2016 All Rights Reserved WRITER BIO: Zubyre Parvez (BA hons) studied English Literature at Hertfordshire University. He writes song lyrics, poetry, short stories, reviews, and articles for The Taoist Crucible. His poetry won runners up in a competition judged by Simon Armitage and Margaret Atwood. His poetry has been published in Kobita. His articles have appeared in The Epoch Times as a journalist for the newspaper. He has worked for New Tang Dynasty Television as a journalist. You can catch up with his tweets @TheEaghams