The farmer laid his weathered hands in the deep soil as he stooped sweating in the midday sun.
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The Man In The T Shirt by Richard Godwin
At night I drive through the city. The road sounds like a broken bone beneath my wheels, I am driving over broken Continue reading The Man In The T Shirt by Richard Godwin
Soft Tongue by Richard Godwin
He stood in the golden sunlight of the apartment on the second floor of the Boulevard Saint Germain.
Fresh Bacon by Richard Godwin
It was noon when they awoke the pig. It was slumbering in the folds of my mother’s lap all the way there.
Kentucky Ketchup By Richard Godwin.
That month saw a fall of singed frogs across Central America.
PMM’s Birthday Party! – The Kennels by Richard Godwin
We’re going to get on together’, she said, extending a hand.
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The Savage World Of Men by Richard Godwin.
Two guys wearing plaid jackets hung back in the shadows and listened to a distant song.
The melody was familiar and a little catchy and it began to rain.
Their jackets were immaculate and the drops fell more and more heavily as they stood there.
Finally the tune stopped as abruptly as if someone had cut a wire.
The older of the men, who had a grey beard that was neatly trimmed at the edges turned to the younger one and said ‘love songs make me want to kill’.
He was six foot and well muscled.
His companion was broad and had a jaw that looked like it was set in concrete.
‘It’s bitches’ music’, he said, withdrawing a toothpick from his mouth and inspecting it. ‘They’re all the same, they want romance and a little money on the side.’
‘That’ll be right Al.’
‘What now?’
‘How bout we do what we came here for?’
‘Hank I think that’s a fine idea.’
Pickle Party by Richard Godwin
When Jack Laretto made two million on the sales of his novel ‘No Mercy’, he took his wife Viola to the Caribbean, fulfilling a lifetime dream.
They spent two weeks in the sun, made love every night by moonlight and he returned ready for the sequel. He was going to write the next great Southern novel. He considered the path that had led him to overnight fame.
His first breakthrough came with the ‘Mustard Man’, a gruesome if realistic account of a split personality serial killer. That was how the reviewers interpreted the story. Jack’s readers felt it was an account of two characters, seeing the Mustard Man as a separate entity to Norm.
Fancy Eating By Richard Godwin
Whenever I took a piss there, my habit was to stand feet shoulder width, one hand firmly on my dick, the other deep in my pocket. The place had a reputation, and there’d been some shit going down.
Old habits die hard.
Writers Interview June 2010 – U.V. Ray & Richard Godwin
Jason Michel talks to the irrepressible U.V. Ray
Q1: Hey, u.v.ray. Tell the readers a bit about yourself.
I was a child prodigy. By the time I was just 6 years old I was already well on my way to inventing a self-stirring saucepan. I tell you, if I could have solved the problem of the melting rubber band I’d have been a millionaire today. As it stands, I dropped out of school at the age of 15 without any qualifications and spent the 80’s and 90’s drifting around the backstreet bars and clubs of Birmingham City. Several of my friends from that era are dead. But I don’t remember anything with any real clarity, I mean a lot of crap went under the bridge. But I think I had a good run and I’d do it all over again if I was younger. None of us had shit to our names but at least everyone seemed to be trying to do something; either form bands, make films or, in my case, be a writer. I would ask behind the bar for a pen and write on torn up beer mats and cigarette packets and the likes.
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