Poem |
The grass which left in springtime grew
Into some slumbering cloak of dew
And talk of cogs, gears and atomic rockets
Grows out through my jaw and sockets
So in my haste to meet you there
I left my so...
Posted by on Tue, 12 Dec 2006 08:39:00 GMT |
Anthropology Honours Dissertation SAMPLE |
Voices in the Banyans
...I did not come to Singapore in search of ghosts, but I soon found that they are an important link with the past, as well as being deeply rooted in the modern urban land...
Posted by on Sun, 12 Mar 2006 04:17:00 GMT |
Edinburgh University 'Student' magazine 17/1/2006 |
"Time to Come Home"
The streets of Brussels fall down the hill, landing upon the Place de la Chapelle surrounded by cafes. Outside tables cling, seating Europe's old and new rich, wrapped...
Posted by on Sun, 12 Mar 2006 04:11:00 GMT |
About Dark - Chapter 3 SKIP DOWN FOR CHAPTER ONE!!! |
Chapter Three - Someone to Devour
"Look at the rest of my friends. At least I'm not on drugs or cutting my fucking feet off"
Silence filled the living room of Josiah's parental home.
"Wou...
Posted by on Sun, 12 Mar 2006 04:09:00 GMT |
About Dark - Chapter 2 |
Chapter Two One Sin to Another
She looks like summer, and the cold wind bites her lip as she dangles from his arm and they slip through the streets at night, looking for a decent bar. He...
Posted by on Sun, 12 Mar 2006 04:07:00 GMT |
About Dark - A Novel - By Dougie B Haywood |
Chapter One The Interview
She had had a habit, when she was drunk or embarrassed or crying, or more often all three, whereby she would stoop her neck and shrug her shoulders all the way up to h...
Posted by on Sun, 12 Mar 2006 04:05:00 GMT |
