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whippet real good
a creative nonfiction I once saw a whippet get injured during a backyard boxing match in Swan Hill. We’d been at the pub and Geoff wanted to have a tea towel bundle with me because he’d heard a rumour that my balls are bigger than his. Yes, the jury has deliberated, and some men are […]
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A good kicking on the way home from the pub, by the hobo chic quartet (excerpt from a novel – The exit line)
I’m being repeatedly kicked in the ribs by four pairs of feet. I can feel blood pouring out of my mouth. It’s pissing down with rain. I remember people telling me you stop feeling anything after a while when you’re being beaten up, and I thought they were talking shite. They’re right. For some inexplicable […]
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the idiot prince
I’ve always had a bad track record with relationships. I don’t know where it started or how it got so bad but it’s always been that way. Or so it seemed to be. There’s a moment in everybody’s life when something decisive happens, and it changes us forever. Whether the change is for better, or for worse, […]
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the biscuit years
This is a selection of poems from my childhood in Scotland. You know who you re …