Saturday, May 18, 2019

Joe's Twatted Again by Bruce Hodder

Joe's coffee mug’s balanced on the gate to the flats
when I bring down the bags for the rubbish collection.
He’s nowhere around, so I pick up the mug
and it's stone cold. 'Shit, I forgot I’d made that.'
He says, ‘Wotcher’, flashing me a Cheshire cat smile,
and makes a tenth pass at high speed round the building
with his lawn mower, joint gone out, not that he knows.






Bruce Hodder lives with Michelle in Northampton, the most statistically average town in England. He has been published in quite a few magazines over the years, most recently ‘Academy of Heart and mind’ and ‘Winedrunk Sidewalk’.

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