Caught By The River published another of my poems in March, a little homage to the Flatiron mountains in Colorado.

‘We headed for mountains
after dark, a drunk plan
hatched in his apartment,
scrawled like graffiti
along the strip malls
carparks and empty lots, 
the sullen edges of the city.
I’m not sure I ever walked
so far during those days,
my idea of place stitched 
by car journeys themed 
by grunge soundtracks,
recidivist punk. That night 
we thirsted for geography 
the way, earlier, we had 
pumped Pabst Blue Riband…’

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