In This / Poetry
In This
1460 / Poetry
It had been 1460 days now since the last time her arm was simply an arm. Her leg simply a leg. Her head simply a head. Nui had crouched once, sitting back on her ankles, then stood up again in a fluid motion. She had bathed and showered and swam. She had breathed and sneezed, …
Right there / Poetry
Right there, in the corner it springs, like some silly little noise; a church bell, a magpie a knock at the door… Hello it says, remember me? Here’s this tune you like of fried eggs and wet grass It’s been a while, how are you? And I say it quickly, holding my breath; You’re too …
Into The Woods / Poetry
Dog Day Afternoon
A Day / Poetry
Having a day
Sunday / Poetry
Trains, planes and…Sunday