VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Stephen Whitter

What Told Me You Were Dead What told me you were dead that Friday morningwas a loaf of bread.As I wheezed down your street I swore,well you hadn’t answered my messages and apart from each other who else had we to call?So I had set out…But when, in the just arrived morning light I couldContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Stephen Whitter”

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Howie Good

Unfortunately It is my least favorite word in the English language. A sentence that begins with it hasn’t a chance of ending on a happy note, with balloon bouquets and showers of confetti. Instead, the word serves as a kind of alarm bell, its only purpose to alert you that you’re about to be shotContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Howie Good”