Fried, boiled, poached?
Josh has had several pieces of writing published in the last couple of months, both online and in anthologies. Alternating between observation and personal meaning, his eclectic style can range from war and politics, to peacefulness, nature and humour.
Breakfast in the village
The waiter brings a plate of pigs
entangled in unethical crowds
of scrambled clouds
Fried, boiled, poached?
With coffee to make the most
The
honey
drips
on
toast
And the ferry slides through like bread in the yolk
Josh G Hamshar
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