Frank Havemann
Bio
Frank is from the 80’s and lives in Oxford with family and cats on a rich diet of writing, music, maths and books.
Stories (11/0)
- Runner-Up in Past Life Challenge
SpearmakerRunner-Up in Past Life Challenge
The summer sunrise lances through the small gaps in the thatching of our hut, and I rise with a start - I have missed the hunt. The sharp pain in my left knee forces me to sit back down, breathing through my teeth, holding back the pain as I remember. I have not missed the hunt, I will never miss another one.
By Frank Havemann10 months ago in History
Barista
A small mound of grounds Melds into fired water, Airy froth on top
By Frank Havemannabout a year ago in Poets
Duality
There’s firewater, Earthfire, and waterearth Why no pair for air?
By Frank Havemannabout a year ago in Poets
- Runner-Up in Summer Camp Challenge
Salt and LoveRunner-Up in Summer Camp Challenge
You sit in the van on the way home from the beach. The window is open, wind buffeting your face with that flap-flap-flap rhythm you only get when you are going faster than thirty. Bob Marley is playing through the tinny car stereo, Buffalo Soldier. Most of your friends are dozing, except for Morten, with his pilot sunglasses on, who is driving and loving it. The warm wind plays through the sun-bleached hairs on your forearm, tiny grains of sand and salt reflecting the afternoon light as it strobes through the coastal pine forest. You can taste the salt on your lips from too many times the waves got the better of you in your heroic attempts to teach yourself surfing. You are tired, and happy, and your stomach is growling.
By Frank Havemann2 years ago in Feast
