Cherrypicked stories

‘On the wrong side of the tracks ‘ was what came to his mind when Martin looked upwards at the huge granite building looming darkly. The melting snow...

From my window I see a man Stomping across to her, as though Called by the NATION itself. A staggered Ares. With his arse showing. And all the NATION...

Re-post. I recently recorded this poem with added music. To listen, follow the link to Spotify at the bottom of the page.

The tow appeared in the public enforcement report four days later. I confirmed the partial plate against my notes. It matched. I imagined the...