Two poems by Adam Warne
Never Force Them to Swim The boy was a rat which is why I loved him, the third of three vermin born to an x-ray technician. Always short of breath, twitching his nose, climbing and chewing on ropes, he worked without success at Boots until he bit the manager and had to move into a caravan at the foot of his brother-in-law’s garden … Continue reading Two poems by Adam Warne