Keith Nunes (Tauranga, New Zealand) was a newspaper sub-editor for more than 20 years but he now writes to stay sane. He's been published widely in his own country and increasingly in the UK and US (including Shot Glass), was highly commended in the 2014 NZ Poetry Society international poetry competition and is a Pushcart Prize nominee. He lives with artist Talulah Belle and a coterie of nutters.
drinking by volume
The guy I knew from when we wore lapels but the woman was a bone-yard mystery. A cut-out walking like a snapped lancewood - all moths and mothballs fighting it out for a place in Wikipedia. The three of us swallowing lies like watermelon wine; hyped and determined not to let this one go till the earth ends. We must find the bridge that leads to the genuine, else we're just burning St Lawrence all over again. Then she quotes Groucho Marx: "Anyone who says he can see through women is missing a lot." And we roll about like rolling pins standing up in a bowling alley waiting for the squad to fire us.