Quarantine meant nothing to him, he was determined to beat the game.

Living alone was his lifestyle but now his distraction had become an obsession. It all began the morning he met the local sergeant.

“Jaysus, who’s that? For fuck’s sake.”

It was the knocking that woke him. First, the clipped rattle of a bunch of keys then the insistent clamour of an angry fist.

Rat-a-tat-tat, rat-a-tat-tat. Boom. Boom. Boom.

“Who the fuck is that at this hour? What fucking time is it?”

Anto was back five days and beginning to get his bearings. He hadn’t stepped out of his…

What a wonderful, insightful, provocative poem

In the space of twelve months I’ve lost my ass and I don’t want it back. No, I’m not celebrating a spectacular investment loss, either. In January 2020, after an injury to my ankle and complications, I topped my bathroom scales at 85 kilos. Twelve months later, January 2021, I’m a slimmed down 72 kilos.

And there’s no magic formula, no carbohydrate massacre, no graveyard of grapefruit husks nor empty gallon jugs of Organic apple cider (with the mother). I’ve continued to eat well and indulge my other favourite pastime, drinking beer and wine. …

Touching on things close to my heart and past experience here, Toni, your knowledge and research is exceptional.There were a couple of times I felt drawn from events in the story by commentary and even tense but they don't detract in the least from this nailbiter.