by Brian Haswell | Jan 28, 2013 | Poetry
Hopelessly, I trudge along the highway of despair. The saddest road that man knows. Because it leads nowhere. My lovely house, my family home, for a hundred years or so. We lived in peace, we harmed no-one. Why do we have to go? And does the world care at all, as our...
by Brian Haswell | Mar 30, 2009 | Stories
The story started in The Veterans Club, New Plymouth, New Zealand. Every story has to start somewhere, and this is as good a place as anywhere. My daughter got married ten years ago, and about five years ago, she and her Husband moved to the other side of the world to...
by Brian Haswell | Mar 25, 2009 | Poetry
Jack lost his mind near Mandalay, Though he was young and tough. Fighting Japs was hell on earth. Jungle warfare just too rough. Came home to white coats, padded cells. His mind was just too funny. And did the country cure poor Jack? No. The Government had no money....
