Books, Where the Line Breaks

The Path to Publication: The Digger (Apologies to Rupert Brooke)

Over the next few months, before Where the Line Breaks is published, I thought it might be interesting to look at the inspiration and the ideas that led me to write the novel. Where the Line Breaks tells the story of The Unknown Digger, a hugely popular but anonymous soldier poet of the First World… Continue reading The Path to Publication: The Digger (Apologies to Rupert Brooke)

Books, Video, Where the Line Breaks

Where the Line Breaks Cover Reveal

Here's the moment I first laid eyes on a physical copy of my debut novel 'Where the Line Breaks', opening the special delivery sent by my publishers in Perth, Western Australia over to our house in London. It's an amazing feeling to hold the outcome of years of hard work in your hands. I'm so… Continue reading Where the Line Breaks Cover Reveal

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

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

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

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

Poetry

Ghosts

Ghosts Tonight: Look, running towards me comes Maddy and all her though I am repeating myself nightmare hair. But when she passes she is Notmaddy I am blind at a distance but capable of great insights. There’s something of her unbearable ballerina footfalls jogging ghosts dancing in my skull. And there at the bus stop… Continue reading Ghosts

Poetry

In Which I Am Angry At Myself At 2am

In Which I Am Angry At Myself At 2am for promising myself I wouldn’t let anyone in convincing myself I was strong enough to break hearts to build walls around parts of my own bare faced lies in a mirror same old childish sighs believing that I was not soft nor gentle and placid not malleable,… Continue reading In Which I Am Angry At Myself At 2am