Matt Pointon
Bio
Forty-something traveller, trade unionist, former teacher and creative writer. Most of what I pen is either fiction or travelogues. My favourite themes are brief encounters with strangers and understanding the Divine.
Stories (30/0)
The Lady with the Raven
In the corner of my living room, I have a small altar. On it is an icon of Christ and another of Mary, along with numerous medallions, pictures and other reminders of pilgrimages I’ve undertaken over the years, a sort of spiritual biography of my life. Every morning, I light incense, five sticks: three for Christ to represent the Trinity, one for Mary to represent the feminine side of the Divine and one for a random victim of the Holocaust who symbolises all those who have been lost due to man’s indifference to man.
By Matt Pointon2 years ago in Psyche
Hotel Arman
“Data is the new oil.” Clive Humby I wake in a room. Slivers of sunlight fight to pass through the material of the curtains that try to hide away the plate-glass window, bathing the chamber in a bath of beige. I glance over to my left. There is a bedside table there, generic wood and Bakelite. Incorporated in the façade is an alarm clock. 07:04. Early.
By Matt Pointon2 years ago in Futurism
When the World Ended
[1] It was the end of the world, and I was bored. It shouldn’t be like this I thought. I mean, if you think about the end of the world, like you have only a day or two left before everything finishes, then you should really be doing loads of mad stuff. Like breaking into the fairground and going on the rides for free or stealing expensive stuff from the shops or going up to that girl in your class that you’ve always fancied and saying, “Hey, what about it? After all, we’ve not got long left, so if not with me now, then maybe you’ll never do it.”
By Matt Pointon2 years ago in Fiction