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If a man calls himself by initials, you can assume he has been asked why that is so on more than one occasion, so what's the point in asking again? It's the same with a scar I suppose. So let's move on. My housemate calls himself JG. Jay-Gee. That's fine with me. If you say it enough times it sounds like a foreign name you've just not come across before. Before Christmas we met up by chance in the city and went about Glebe drinking Czech beers and Scotch. He was due to meet up with someone…
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Leeches were feasting on my calves. That's how muddy it was out there in the bush today. They were only first noticed when I was getting in the shower. Somehow they made themselves up my trackpants leg. They're not something you see much where I come from. They were smaller than I would have expected, the leeches. What I would have expected was something you might have seen in the movies. Like that one with the boys out in the bush in search of a dead body they'd heard about. Only I don't…
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