Stories

The Brothers Rose

My short story 'The Brothers Rose' was published by Every Day Fiction on July 14 2015. You can read it at http://www.everydayfiction.com/the-brothers-rose-by-michael-burrows/ Some of the comments the story received were: 'I don't know where I went, but I like how I got there.'- Dustin Adams 'This is fascinating, striking and very unusual.'- Derek McMillan 'I find… Continue reading The Brothers Rose

Stories

Apocalypse

My short story 'Apocalypse' was published in the first edition of The Marble Hand Literary Magazine on 1st May 2020. You can read it, and the other poems and short pieces that make up the issue, online at https://themarblehand.weebly.com/first-edition.html Written in 2018, 'Apocalypse' was one of the Highly Commended entries in the Manchester Fiction Prize… Continue reading Apocalypse

Video

Anzac Day 2020

With Anzac Day services a little different this year (instead of heading to the Australian War Memorial in Hyde Park corner by night bus at three in the morning for the dawn ceremony, we woke up and listened to the Last Post in our lounge room while urban foxes walked down the empty street in… Continue reading Anzac Day 2020

Video

Blood Bank

https://www.facebook.com/michaelpburrows/videos/10154945445439880/ Blood Bank Bon Iver Well, I met you at the blood bank, we were looking at the bags, wondering if any of the colours, matched any of the names we knew on the tags. You said, "See look, that's yours, stacked on top with your brother's, see how they resemble one another? even in… Continue reading Blood Bank

Poetry

Underwear Drawer

Underwear Drawer I have been hurt before, the lacy thing the magician’s assistant. An ordinary chest before your eyes from which I will pluck a heart. I have hurt, the boyfriend cut- too scared to say I’m sorry, too sorry to say I’m scared. I have messed around, with dress ups, pretending I am someone… Continue reading Underwear Drawer

Poetry

Illawarra Family Tree

Illawarra Family Tree Says the Sylvester boy to young Mary,“Come out Miss Mary, come outand feel the rain.”Red earth under his nailsdrops like tears on his dirty shirt.All the fields open to the sky. Says the Sylvester boy to young Mary,“Will you dance?” as he hums a tunehair over his eyes,and disused laughterrising from her throat.Nails… Continue reading Illawarra Family Tree

Poetry

Pup

Pup I knew you through photos your tiny pup head/ a sock around your tiny pup chest/ a bowl of food and your tiny pup butt/ redearthrunning itchyfeetsgrr catchtheballmate butimonlytiny andinthefarkin spinifex I watched you through photos getting tiny pup sick/ your hair in bald patches throwing tiny pup up/ and a tiny pup grave… Continue reading Pup

Poetry

Untitled

I have thought about trivialising this paring its bass notes down to a simplified list or hiding behind cheap laughs, faced with impossible tasks I have been known to panic left with only my poor excuses. Unwilling to accept that I am unable to do justice. What words would work to describe a half-dream to… Continue reading Untitled

Poetry

I Tell Myself

Every day I must I tell myself. Write and whether it's the hell of holes or the height of sophistication I will honour my family debt. Turn my thoughts to desert life and make believe dogs or war dogs coming out with gross approximations of the real stuff. Punktual as opposed to spunktual or should that… Continue reading I Tell Myself

Wittischisms

Wittischisms

When the right thing to say just isn't quite right, say it wrong. Available to purchase at redbubble.com/Wittischisms