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We delighted in sneakingtwo whole bottles of home-madeginger beer, still fermenting,from her warm dark cupboard. Sneaked them while still cloudy,root and yeast excited with sugar,too young for sediments to settle.Angry when poured so early,broth kicking in the bottles,broth and brotherbubbling with disco energy. Bellies bloated,daring each other:drink more, belch louder,Continue Reading

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The cries and screams of childhood gamescharge through the sulphurous airthat lounges at the old swan pond.Sometimes I swung on the swing so highI could almost see the pond down there.Here I swung on until disturbed bythe ranger coming with his evening order.Now I look back at the still-revolving roundaboutoverContinue Reading