Social Fretwork

Last month, my poem Social Fretwork got chosen as one of the top poems of the September Wildsound Poetry festival in Toronto ( but I was less than happy with the resulting recording of the poem. So I recorded my own version. Incidentally, you will notice the link above, to the Poetry Festival, says 'social-fretwork-poetry-reading-by-dermott-hayes'…Read more Social Fretwork

Volunteer – daily prompt

  Bullets don't whip or crack and they certainly don't whistle. You never hear the one that hits you but when they're flying, you know they're there. They're like hot metal hailstones and they can hit you anywhere, hiding in a hole or around a corner. And I'm here, a volunteer?