It was my grandpa who lured Old Methuselah out from the tannic depths of the lake. We were fishing for marron in the shallow waters of a small bay beside the dam wall, the jarrah forest at our back ... [+]
Rolli is a Canadian author, cartoonist and songwriter. Visit his website (rollistuff.com) and follow him on Twitter at @rolliwrites. "I Do Not Begrudge the Young" is in Short Circuit #11, Short Édition's quarterly review.
their ocean
of avenues
For I have come
to a conclusion—some
bastion
of sand
from which I witness
the other
strugglers
While they swim
forlornly for
their own
conclusions
I am drying my
skin
in the sun
of avenues
For I have come
to a conclusion—some
bastion
of sand
from which I witness
the other
strugglers
While they swim
forlornly for
their own
conclusions
I am drying my
skin
in the sun