January 4, 2022 by Simon Sweetman

Poem: The Recent Past Mortem

We didn’t have much when we were kids, just a couple of bootstraps to pull ourselves up with, said John Key to the country as we buckled – those  same bootstraps now around our throats; his salamander eye fizzing, his slurred vowels crashing like waves, his drink spilling – the silent assassin dribbling, this new […]