Richard Reeve

Movers and Shakers

Immersed in the ruin made of our yard by the digger, I tried to pick porcelain, rooted pug, glass from a slurry that accumulated around the smashed ends of the drain. The whole thing a disaster parched, slimy, I raked …

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The All Blacks v Maoist China

       There wasn't so much in it. Serious men    Who shoveled in the door at one-to-ten    To see the game on Sky, Were sure at one point, somewhere near half past,    That even Howlett wasn't half so fast       We'd get …

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