creative writing

Mad Rush

When all seems hopeless and the wind howls its lonely song and the ocean, once a friend, burns white each …

Old shirt

And here’s my old shirt, blue and green with busted holes two, three, no, four buttons blown away – bounced …

Horses

The leather brands the hands when you’re pleading with the reins atop a rush of boiling black your years thunder …

Regular John

Known not to rhyme every line but when handling mandarins he damages egos of show-boating masters toting silk-cut toking cloaked …

Void [extract]

She felt like she was mourning over something, but she didn’t know what. She was gripped by a terrible nostalgia …

In England

Whisky wheeze in England Sniffly nose and blackbags in England Twinkled rummy eyes in England Chainsaws carve up sad trees …

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I’ll keep this sweet Because I’m sick of it myself, Of grabbing hands out asking And dithering musing public oozing …

Wharf Meat

High tide lapped six inches shy of the short pier that often docked boats (fishermen’s barnacled boats bringing mussels and …

Hill

I indicated left, and pulled over. The van came to a rumbling halt on the gravel side-road. When I killed …

Garage Man

Known by many as the Jack-of-Bandits with black hands like earthenware platters “In a jiffy” he’ll have it done, for half the …

Little Birds

“The owner wants us to destroy them, so smash them on the ground.” Jannis is holding one of three tiny …