Look At Their Feet - Tales From The Tramp Internship

Recent works, both written and spoken-word pieces.

The Captain Has His Orders

The Captain has his orders and in the suburbs tonight he reads to his children all dark-eyed by the dim lamplight head full of autumn, yellow streetlight radio voices, floorboards creak and faraway dogs in the night
Cherry

Dear Mrs. Hamza

I am the lad who killed your son Kuwait 1991 he had no time to parry his hands were not loath and cold for me and my mate Barry if the truth be told we gave him no chance when he put up his hands