Her absence
luscious and pendulous
rhythmic and sussurant
respires beside me in the darkness Continue reading
Advertisements
Her Absence
Posted in Love letters, Pornography with tags poetry, August Ames on April 19, 2018 by Jarrod Boyle
Okinawa Calling: Sensei Damien Martin on Rediscovering the Roots of Karate
Posted in Journalism, Martial Arts with tags autism, BJC, Bob Jones, Damien Martin, Goju Ryu, Jim Armstrong, kata, Okinawa, reality-based self-defence, Taira sensei, Zen Do Kai on February 25, 2018 by Jarrod Boyle
Blitz Magazine, Volume 31, Number 6 December 2017/January 2018
Okinawa is the birthplace of karate. Japan’s fifth-largest prefecture was a cauldron of conflict during the second world war and is now a bucolic territory, known to boast one of the largest populations of centenarians in the world. Continue reading
Share this:
Fighting in Public Places
Posted in Fiction on February 17, 2018 by Jarrod Boyle
Final
I don’t believe in threats. A threat is specific, and knowable. It comes from you, and it’s contained and bordered by words. Fear, however, is personal. It’s amorphous and endless. Like a gas, it expands to fill a space.
“You’re done! You’re done!” said the others.
“I’m done when I say I’m done,” I replied, trying to find his eye. Continue reading
Share this:
Fighting in Public Places
Posted in Fiction on February 10, 2018 by Jarrod Boyle
3.
Jester Mitolo Cabernet Sauvignon from McLaren Vale, South Australia.
She never loved you.
Further down, Kaysler Cabernet Sauvignon, Barossa Valley.
She never loved you.
In the next rack, Saltram’s Barossa Shiraz.
She never loved you.
I opted for the Kaysler. Continue reading
Share this:
Fighting in Public Places
Posted in Fiction on February 5, 2018 by Jarrod Boyle
2.
Maybe she didn’t love me. Worse, all those times we lay in each other’s arms at night, she may have just been doing that so I’d keep paying her registration fees and mobile phone bills. Continue reading
Share this:
Fighting in Public Places
Posted in Fiction on January 28, 2018 by Jarrod Boyle
1.
Night. A depthless, crystalline dark. I was lighting candles when the phone rang.
“Hey Monkey,” I said, “How’s it going?” Continue reading
Share this:
The Most Beautiful Girl in the World and the Crime She Committed Against Her Own Face
Posted in Love letters with tags Cormac McCarthy, Ellsworth Kelly, Leonardo Da Vinci, Merzouga, Sahara desert, Standhal Syndrome, Zagora on January 4, 2018 by Jarrod Boyle
We met at the gym. I can remember a number of occasions I had seen her before we spoke, and she flowed inside the parameters of her name. Continue reading
