No Oaks Stand Old brick-and-iron brewery, borders invaded by brushes of fennel, by wildgrass home to shipping containers, to refrigerated units, fans spinning only when the southerlies blow the wildgrass doesn’t mind my father worked here my father died here and the grasses grow on, grow tall as the brewery sinks, and the wind whistles… Continue reading Jamie Robertson
Author: Jamie Robertson
(Auckland, NZ) spent six years studying psychology and education, writing in his spare time. Now working full-time in HR, he continues to write in his spare time. He has also been known to grow rare cross-cultivars of broccoli.