Irrelevant Raisins — a grumpy rant/poem about Hawai’i

I ache I hurt. Right in my lower back, from sitting on my arse all day.

I ache I hurt. Right in my lower back, from sitting on my arse all day.

I am a writer I am going to start writing soon I say for far too long but held back by something I can’t name, something much more dark and sinister than the blank page writers block. Whatever block I have it is not the writers block I have.

I ache I hurt, my stomach grumbles from ove…