by Michael McGill 1. Harder that morning, the sun pressed down, and everyone on the street lay brain-dead, sunbathing like cold corpses. Under fluorescent tubes, I waited for the glow boys, those weird ones who shimmer and glide in minor chords through dark interiors, or who loiter for hours in communal showers. I waited for the jangling of the gaoler’s Read More
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Occupational Poetry
by Michael McGill Enjoy this series of five short poems by Michael McGill that illuminate our everyday occupations. ‘Occupational Poetry’ will run first on Twitter (@AnElephantNever), and we will add each poem here as it runs. The chocolatier. Great chocolate should taste like climbing warm rocks, naked. Or returning home; a woollen throw on a wooden chair. The tobacconist. I Read More