by suziquaif | Aug 25, 2017 | poems
In the balmy summer of ‘67 every kid on Concrete Canyon with hammer, nails and imagination was on the look out of for wheels. No stone unturned for a bit of wood, clothes lines reduced by a likely foot to make a makeshift killing machine. A beast to beat the need for...
by suziquaif | Aug 21, 2017 | stories
The hedgerows are heavy with white Hawthorn blossom and winding brambles that will soon enough bear dark fruit. I would have walked; carried my suitcase of wares through uneven meadows dotted with nodding yellow cowslips and hopped over the bubbling spring of crystal...
by suziquaif | Aug 20, 2017 | poems
It crept in amongst us diseasing hope and sanity. Slowly taking you from us to place of dwindling clarity. For a while we laughed, found a hundred ways to ease unease. For a while it could have just been a game, the resounding echo of a lifelong tease. Then the echo...
by suziquaif | Aug 19, 2017 | stories
Fatigue troubles him of late. It creeps up uninvited and settles on his shoulders; an unassailable weight pressing his eyelids shut. It is summer and he is young. The kitchen is filled with the aroma of baking bread and acrid coal dust from his fathers dirty pit...
by suziquaif | Aug 14, 2017 | poems
Industry born on a larger scale, once rose amid the rolling moors. Grand designs of brick and glass and skyward fingers of chimney stacks forged a landscape of mills and hills from the minds of men, never still . Dreams drawn out on a spinning mule, fuelled by...
