Yugoslavia As The Soviet Union collapses the swaying drunk serenades boarding passengers with growling riffs while armed police laugh. Five hours later the coach window unravels a deep summer freedom of never ending fields and sky, farms and wheat, as the last of your bendy sticky black hash places your eyes six feet in front of your face and you beam so widely your cheeks ache while over your head the hint of the smell of tyre smoke filters in through the malfunctioning air-vent as a shimmering border farm whips by soon to be belligerent and bristling in the murderous tumult of changing regimes.
Tim Goldstone has been published in numerous print and online anthologies and magazines, from Anti-Heroin Chic to 11 Mag Berlin, from The Daily Drunk to The Mechanics’ Institute Review Anthology; with material forthcoming in Tír na nÓg, The Mambo Academy of Kitty Wang, Provenance Journal, Pure Slush: 25 Miles From Here Anthology, CultureCult – Sleepwalk, among others. Prose sequence read on stage at The Hay Festival. Poetry recently presented on Digging for Wales. He has roamed widely, including throughout the UK, Western and Eastern Europe, and North Africa, and currently lives deep in rural Wales. Loiters in twitter @muddygold