help for when the tide is out
Sometimes I forget that I can walk for hours – So unlike the long stupid steps, my crawl Under a desk or up the stairs or through the Door when drunk, a spilled coin of vodka Inflating itself on the bedroom carpet, piles Of laundry, crowded surfaces, weight of loose change – And if [&hell
The Isis Poetry Competition HT21 Shortlist
may-day it is long past time for coffee the girls play in the garden and freeze when they touch each-other what life is there left for those of us who wait and wait for the dust to settle what humour is there in prophecy […]
