Kings
With fingers stained and sticky From the juice of scrumped berries I peel enamel scales from the top of the weathered climbing frame. From its ramparts, my pink … Continue reading
January 27, 2019 · Leave a comment
Maps
And then there’s me… the reluctant God of All Distance, placing a foot on paths seen only In lucid dreams and on Google Earth. Breathless and drifting I vault … Continue reading
January 3, 2019 · Leave a comment
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