The diary lay blank. A summer job fell through.
The engine in my head ran wild,
chopping up clay, foliage, nudging farm machinery
to roll loose across the landscape
down into the valley between the old hills.
The pool of mud was meat under moonlight.
Someone lit fireworks in a darkened annex.
The hooded man offered a long-toothed smile.
These things I can confirm.
Published in Poetry Birmingham December 2019. Available here.
Published by Daniel Bennett
I'm a writer and poet. My first novel, All the Dogs, appeared in 2008, and was described by Niall Griffiths as 'a stirring debut, a compellingly written tract on the importance of finding a place on the earth.' My fiction has appeared in London Noir, Crimewave, Black Static and 3AM. I live in London, where, amongst other things, I teach Creative Writing for the Open University. https://absenceclub.com
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