Tag Archives: beer

The summer when I was six

Posted on August 4, 2014 by Graphite Bunny

The rainbow is grey and at its end the Rheola in the shape of a brick. Rain presses the windows to squeeze out pints of golden bubble filled with the summer when I was six. I stayed with my grandmother … Continue reading →

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The colour of jealousy

Posted on April 25, 2014 by Graphite Bunny

At table forty, two old farts lean against pints with handles. Their corner is dark and filled with the colours of dried leaves. One has a suit sharp from 1957. The other has a bat-wing jumper that was stolen from … Continue reading →

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Haiku #2148: Thursday

Posted on June 21, 2012 by Graphite Bunny

Two bottles of beer in the light of the TV growing condensation. -Benjamin F Jones

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Town Centre: Closed Down for Refit

Posted on May 21, 2012 by Graphite Bunny

Smeared grease on kerbstone. Cobble fists hard into shoe soles. He avoids eye contact with pigeons pecking at fag buts and spit. Diesel engine taxi rumble. Walking home he glances back to the office. Second floor above the shops. Soot … Continue reading →

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One of those people: law of attraction

Posted on April 27, 2012 by Graphite Bunny

His name is Royston. When a customer enters the bar he asks them what his name means. Can they translate it? He can’t see that other people want him to go away. The barman wants him to stop talking so … Continue reading →

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