I was once this country mouse in a big city house
blending in by wearing masks of tusks and feathers.
It’s where we’d met, smoking sunflowers, Continue reading “The House of Hurt”
“So, Ol’ mate fetches a round from the beer-fridge and a stubby rolls out and smashes.”
“Where were you?” His pen clicked, poised above the clipboard
“With the rest of the blokes standin’ round the barbie, just shattered watchin’ that wasted beer spread across the cracked concrete.”
“Over a spilt beer?”
“It was tragic.”
“I see,” loosening his necktie. “Go on, please.” Continue reading “Olympic Proportions”
“…But as the sun simmers its summer spin…”
An excerpt from “Summer’s Unshackled Sands” I wrote for Silver Birch Press found here:
Hope you’ll enjoy it.