Lord Junk Himself
“You aren’t doing anything, are you?” she announced, rather than asked when she rang. “You’re always talking about doing some writing. Well, there’s a new member at the club — very quiet chap, just comes in for a couple of drinks and reads his book quietly, Lord! We could do with a few more like him — anyway, Bill got talking to him and it turns out he’s a writer, so we mentioned our nephew with the English degree…” This all sounded very vague, and didn’t seem to be going anywhere as Rita rambled on. It didn’t sound promising.
Denis Browne remembers his time with Alexander Trocchi.
Walking The Cow
Here’s some free advice / for new fathers: / Never eat a diaper, / even if you’re starving.
Poems by Mike Topp.