First lines. Ack! It’s worse than a job interview. You have 2 seconds to make an impression. Or something like that. Do you find yourself…
Poetry
First lines. Ack! It’s worse than a job interview. You have 2 seconds to make an impression. Or something like that. Do you find yourself…
You can read this poem in Agenda Vol 46 number 3, ‘Retrospectives’.
these are the things that carried the stuff that people bought see those loops for hands – handles they’re called naturally they never carried boxes…
I will wait at the door with flowers if she greets me at all it will be brief and cold as the Guildford house where…
It took three rows of barbed wire coiled round stakes, hammered at angles into sand and shingle. The beach packed and leaking like keddle nets…
The first she prises out, clenched in bindweed: reluctance adds to its appeal. And there: not so large as to burst pockets, several flints conspire…