Kevin Bacon on the TV screen, slowly removing the white bandages unveiling the void beneath… “Can we talk?” I lower the volume yet the words still bleed through from behind me as I face the man I trust, who speaks words I find hard to hear hard to...
Be here now, in the moment. My presence Present. Remnants of winter stray into the spring garden Myself and the breeze chilling, chilled Scents of possibilities arise from the earth Chirps and tweets from nearby branches I shouldn’t be here, in their...
Weighted. Enveloped by the blanket of poverty. Not warm, comforting, safe … but smothering and itchy Woven from worry wool. Weighted and waiting. Existing not living. Sharp fibres seep inside your skin Become a part of you You are the blanket. Waiting. Dormant,...
Jaffa was jostled / squished in the pack / he wanted some space / not a poke in the back He wriggled a bit / he wraggled a lot / the wrapping gave way / he was off like a shot Rolled over the table / stopped short at the edge / bet you just thought / he would fall off...
Hayley’s a pretty but mischievous girl With a cheeky wee smile And a saucy wee curl. But she’d crayon her name On the living room wall. Or leave muddy footprints all over the hall. Her mother would shout In a voice of despair. Then Hayley would sulk And pretend not to...
