the sport of it you read the best guide to field hockey ever written practiced ‘flicks’* and ‘pushes’ against a wide plank in the backyard read Rod Laver’s* own story so you too could grow up to be the greatest left-hander in tennis you were right-handed watched Onny Parun* and Brian Fairlie* hammer out those…
Month: July 2018
The Dogs’ Eyes Flicker
It is said he clicked coins and in the tawny country it was like the bolt of a rifle, and the dog knew what that meant. These dogs know left and right, to stop and to ease forward. The little bitches crane their necks down so that their eyes bewitch; the huntaways stand shoulders square,…
new evils
lady, true: it’s good to be as you will to feel heat, sun, the downward tug of your dog on the leash, to walk with confidence. my pen meantime draws blood. There’s nothing so hot as red spots on white skin. you’re in my keep still.
The crows of loathing
Sad lonely eyes so suddenly appeared, hidden behind a disguised face, set in a false plastic place. You can see if you look with more than crystal shot eyes, hidden away under sorrow, drenched with distress, this becomes us so easily, and I fall as prey none the less, I start to hear them calling…
A Man Aloft
He sits low in the yellow machine, a leather hat for warmth, goggles. And when the propeller is spun and the engines catches, his eyes narrow, and then the engine gathers speed and the plane begins to shudder, and he squeezes them tight; so tight, he is already aloft, across the rolling Pacific, high over…