And a friendly reminder, as of April 2017, my first collection – BONE INK – is available for order from Guillotine Press. This is one of the poems that didn’t make it into the collection.
‘they gape through tarmac haze
sunglasses bridged on the scent of fuel tongues
twitch with wonder’
Extract from August 28, 1988
Thanks to Southerly for including my poem August 28, 1988 in The Naked Writer 2
Heaps of fantastic writing in the issue, it’s available here.