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
Tag: heartbreak
Wittischisms
When the right thing to say just isn't quite right, say it wrong. Available to purchase at redbubble.com/Wittischisms
Two Foxes
Two foxes entwined upon a feather bed Twin suns shining on a sleeping world A pair of hearts running to a classic air A bubble, raindrops on an upturned tongue.
Ugly Truth
Ugly Truth Tonight I got drunk alone in my bed because you thought it would be right to not talk to me So I swayed on pillows and pissed in dark bathrooms and got pissed and was pissed at myself for getting drunk not being enough Or being too much or being me I shot… Continue reading Ugly Truth
On The Kiss of Wind #2
On the Kiss of Wind #2 By the time he gets to Turnpike Lane his eyes are drooping the back and forth of rails turning all his y’s into g’s stale air for stale thoughts and somewhere up there kissed by wind she sleeps bamboo chimes singing his lullaby whispering... -Well, that’s for her ear. Run… Continue reading On The Kiss of Wind #2
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
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
Cirrus Dancing
Cirrus Dancing Start with the corners. The half minutes. The awkward bumps. Blue for the sky, and white lace breezing from walls like poetry waxed smooth. Here, the puzzled pieces of your ankle braille under baked digits. Pull this apart, deconstruct, an eventime light lifting your eyes- line scanners, them and words words pulling back down filling… Continue reading Cirrus Dancing
The Island
The Island Take me back half a decade to the streets of Sydney and autumn sun on the leaves of Centennial Park with Colin Meloy in my ears telling me it'll be alright in that love hate drawl while I love hate the girl that forced me there alone to walk the streets of Sydney… Continue reading The Island
Untitled
Untitled You are jumping to conclusions I am falling into line You are driving fast at answers I am leaning on you hard We are terrified of freezing, To stop swimming is to drown So the muscles keep on pummelling The skin into the ground- You are worried you're replaceable I'm scared that you are… Continue reading Untitled
Michael Burrows 