I sleep on a bed of books, my body cradled with words and deeds, bled into the fabric of time. They support my limbs, they hold my head, screaming in the silence, keeping me afloat. At night I wait, for the tomes to seep into me, slicing inside like purple neon lasers. I wish to... Continue Reading →
Pub-li-ca-tion
...of a poem in the letters page of Good Food magazine. But publication nevertheless. My boyfriend persuaded me to email this to them. I thought it would be a bit of humour for their office after Christmas; I certainly didn't think it would be published. It's quite cringe-worthy, but I'm sharing it with you to show that... Continue Reading →
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