Father’s Day ’13
Haibun The crescendos of a jazz trumpeter blend with the plucked strings of a stand-up bass and the percussion of drums. The trio plays on as we snack on crackers and cheese, our backs...
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Running With The Wind
Poem to my father You’ve been running all your life. Running from what was hidden in the past, in the future and at last: black abyss. You’ve played hide and seek hiding...
Portrait – Part IV
Poem Up! She pushed. Up! She was still. A dead elephant. So still she felt the babe’s throbbing. They could do nothing. Her children, 5 and 6, fed and washed — she wept. Up!...
Zedlist – Part Nineteen
“That’s exactly what they want you to believe, they’ve brainwashed you, mum.” “I won’t listen to any more of this nonsense, if you carry on you can go to your room”, Valerie said. “I’m...
Zedlist – Part Twelve
Colin had strong views on many subjects; he’d made an entire career from doing so. He had been hosting a popular radio chat show now for over fifteen years. Millions of listeners tuned in...
