End

right arm swings the stone
granite hewn from Ailsa Craig
dont push; let it go.

Hockey Player

A valued member
of the team -
Right Wing
(he could run like fuck).
His stick was Sondico
21 ounce
with a nail in it.

A Wee Fiction - A New Life

Over the next few weeks I'm going to be posting links to stories I've recently had published, along with short extracts. I'm going to begin with 'A New Life', which, in a way, is where everything started. It's about a young man's first night in a foreign country.

A New Life - first published on McStorytellers.

She drove in silence. It was 1 o’clock in the morning, but the roads were full of cars heading into the city. There was something on the radio, Bon Jovi. I asked her if that kind of music was popular here. Western music. She glanced at me, then reached down to increase the volume.


The full story can be found here:
 
http://mcstorytellers.weebly.com/a-new-life.html

From 'Drive!', by Andrew McCallum Crawford

Rimmer was sitting on the toilet, enjoying a post-ejaculatory Gauloise and ruminating on that new catchphrase that was being bandied about everywhere – Safe Sex. He was a practitioner, of that there was no doubt. No one would be transmitting viruses to him, oh, no. He was, and would remain, as clean as a whistle. He stroked his appliance, which was balanced on his knees. Meticulous aseptic technique, that was the key.

You can find out about Rimmer, his appliance, and a whole host of Edinburgh misfits in Andrew McCallum Crawford's debut novel, 'Drive!' - available at these links:

Amazon co uk
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Drive-Andrew-McCallum-Crawford/dp/9609929605/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1301770515&sr=8-1

Edinburgh-shop com
http://www.edinburgh-shop.com/bk-007.html

Lone, Loner, Lonest

Loner

He gave up
playing with his friends
before he
broke them.


Loner (2)

He gave up
playing with his friends
before they
broke him.


Loner (3)

They gave up
playing with their friend
because he
bored them.

Loner (2)

He gave up
playing with his friends
before they
broke him.

Loner

He gave up
playing with his friends
before he
broke them.

Enemies

She was in the RAF. A Radar Operator. 'Ah,' I smiled. 'You're one of those people who keep the aeroplanes as far apart as possible.' 'No,' she said. 'Quite the opposite.'

Three Women

Epsom Downs

Flat on my back
in a Surrey hayfield.
She's got me
where she wants me
she thinks.
Over her shoulder,
a shooting star
sears the face
of a harvest moon.

South Norwood

Flat on my back
in a London kitchen.
She's a philosopher
but gave it up for Teaching.
She tells me it will be Good.

Jordanhill

Flat on my back
(a pattern was emerging)
on a Glasgow bedsit floor.
She is showing me the rules
of a game
which involves throwing things
in a controlled manner.
It isn't cricket.


In those days
he was considered quite a catch.
Back then
he was easily bowled over.

Spring Equinox

Cherry blossom's out.
From this distance
it looks like candy floss.
I keep this to myself.
If I tell her
she'll think it really is
candy floss.
Then again
she might not.
It's hard to tell
what she'll think.
But if I tell her it looks like candy floss
she'll go off on a tangent
(a tangent unrelated to candy floss)
which will segue into
another tangent
and another
and another
until she gets upset.

The trick is
to keep the info
to a minimum.

We don't talk much these days.