The sound of the motors slowly fades. Strong brown hands tie our boat to the palm tree, the decaying fronds waving at us from just below the surface of the pale green water...
You were a good frypan
A frypan you was
My Mother has a pet mouse. It’s white. She calls it Whitey....
I clutch at my twee truisms Like a child does its marbles
If I just click my heels together three times…
This was his big moment. Marcus Harrison had been staring at the blinking signal...
Up at Five Ways there are cunts In most all of the shopfronts
Home. Is it possible to overdose on home? ...
