Joy
by Stephen Ellis There’s a red glow, moving west from China, and now the last moments at the luminous horizon, as dusk settles in, with its gold
The Hammock
by Matthew Caley “What wind so blew that a hammock netted a man?” Anon. Two silver birches bear the burden, which after all is only some
Buffalo Skinners
by Matthew Caley Having left M’Lady half-naked and panting, as her husband mounted the stairs, I vaulted the balustrade — preferred exit of