Poetry: rocky love

i think i know you as someone else, as dust motes glittering goldenly or as leaves of russet, whispering through the heart of a broken town

Poetry: Red Riding Hood Writes Back

sometimes the wolf strips her naked/ burns her red dress/ and eats her/ even as the moon watches without heartbreak

love, a lonely enchanted garden; i, sunshine shimmering on dew-kissed ivy walls. love, a (w)hole in the wall opening into … More

Last night Mummy made me eat chicken clear soup, except it wasn’t chicken clear or clear chicken but filled with … More