Leaning on the Rake

laughing and wrestling in the last of summer innocence

the cardiogram & the bank account

hanging on his shoulder she’s waiting for the heart to go she’s waiting for that final fall so she can be off to Acapulco her lips are full & natural

the torch

quietly inside as the whisper of the wind through the tall white birches standing straight amongst the snow in the deep deep forest locked away in its proper vault

the effort

the argument started like the lighting of a fuse embers of an ongoing conflict spanning years &

Alisdair

Alisdair’s head got bigger and bigger He’d never lie and still it grew He never fought, one of few But still it expanded this massive head And popped one day. Alisdair’s dead.
Gold cherry

Edinburgh Buses

And as evening weighs its tender jaw on lambent streets, now bristling with twilight enterprise my gaze again meets the bus’s...

Francoise Lan-go

This is one of the world’s rarest primates: Francoise Lan-go. He sits upon the river bank sucking escargots And when his pipe is full he’ll contented puff and blow

declared by wars

bones and bombs
Cherry

Scrap 72

Serial following the lives of two truckers in the early 1970's

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