in this narrow kitchen i dream a wild life with you. out there, he breathes. he loves you. i taste you and i believe, every evening, in everything. i don't know how we got here. but if this is where you find me, this narrow kitchen, with my heart on my sleeve. just whistle. .
‘Twas the night before ChristmasAnd all through the houseNot a creature was stirringNot even a mouse…’ These are the opening lines of ‘A Visit from St. Nicholas‘ written by Clement C. Moore in 1823: a true children’s classic Christmas story told in verse. Childhood is (or certainly should be) a magical time. And Christmas (for…EIF Poetry … Continue reading EIF Poetry Challenge #12: The Poetry of Childhood — Experiments in Fiction
December 15 2004 (Crystal Palace) PS and I cross the park toward the train station. The steps are wet and I see now that her huge German army boots make her walk like a toddler - stiff legged - A nazi toddler! This notion keeps us amused all the way to Croydon. I go to … Continue reading Notes from a Fragile Island. 7
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