Northumberland (Remove filter)
England, low tide
All the fuckin’ country
is tense about some dead duck football game
tonight at 8 pm (or so I’m told).
The sea it slinked away but turned again
and stealthily manoeuvres to reclaim
the mudflats populated by the clumsy
clumps of seals. They loiter, lolled
like slack balloons, like lard
collapsing down to chip fat on the hob.
But we, we sit up straight: our sofa, st...
Tuesday 10th August 2021 10:14 am
Recent Comments
Graham Sherwood on A Prize Miscast: A Warning to Oslo
1 hour ago
Red Brick Keshner on to be real
1 hour ago
Graham Sherwood on "AS SURE AS GOD'S IN GLOUCESTER..."
1 hour ago
Stephen Gospage on A memoir
2 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on Le Chat noir
2 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on "AS SURE AS GOD'S IN GLOUCESTER..."
2 hours ago
John Coopey on BUCKET LIST
17 hours ago
Auracle on World On Fire
17 hours ago
Red Brick Keshner on part savage, part human
20 hours ago
Red Brick Keshner on Sven's soul funk
20 hours ago