David Beris Edwards was hatched, untimely, from a ketchup-tinted brass egg, He emerged unkempt, distressed, alarmingly apolitical and with trousers desperately in need of a good pressing. Alas, they merely got stained instead. PS - Vim Vom etc etc BARR. (gasp).
March, 2009 by David Beris Edwards (Poetry)
Bail fin.
Ball fin.
Ball (pint of).
Ball (extract).
Bastard fin.
Bastard fin (extract).
Belgium lint-udder.
Belgium lint-udder (pint of).
Brunt.
Brunt fin.
Brunt fin (slanted).
Brunt fin (pint of).
Under-brunt fin.
Bugler (in a calendar).
Cardboard gusts.
Cardboard gusts fin.
Cardboard Horatio fin (extract). Read on »
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July, 2007 by David Beris Edwards (Stories)
“Well, it’s mostly in my leg, doctor.”
“I see, I see.”
“You do?”
“Of course.”
“Right… just checking. Only… I’m not sure you can see much with that bag on your head.”
“What, this bag here?”
“Yes. The brown paper bag. The one on your head.”
“Why, I can see perfectly well, young man.”
“Good. Really, that’s good. Only… it’s got no eyeholes.”
“Well I’ve no eyes.”
“…I’m sorry?”
“Dear boy, whatever do they teach in schools these days? I don’t need eyes. Not to see.” Read on »
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