poet. writer. imposter.
This baleful repetition – reaped and sown by the click and the flash, shackled in spider-murk and animate tangle, is no jest or gawde but the felling of bodies; … Continue reading →
An Autopsy (on being homeless in Sheffield in the 1980’s) i. Among mills, warehouses, tenements; stone blackened; cars burned; metal rusted; Each transformed by the neglect brought by progress. … Continue reading →
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