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Showing posts from July, 2008
market stall buying the smell of tomatoes 'July' from The Haiku Calendar 2008 (Snapshot Press, 2007).

Some Weekends

It looks like rain. Your throat hurts. The prawns are off. The cheese is bland. The wine is past its best. I get my period. You burn your arm. The promised sunshine never comes. We lose the planning appeal. The Aberdeen Angus steaks are rancid. I shout. The TV loses its sound. In the middle of the night the alarm goes off. Your throat still hurts. It rains. The mango is rotten at the core. break in the rain birdsong frogpond - Volume 31:2, 2008