donate some more american pie, turn out, top-shelf, reward of pliny. rear up and spear, spoon and sprout. and soon send several suppers weekly. she knew there was something wrong with the elders - kids hidden in the men of yesterday's pages, spoke of weal, sopping papers, misbehaviour. put up the hunt was the trick … Continue reading spoke of weal
Fragile, frozen-fevered breath I drew the room’s aroma in and out and in and all around this shell the world contracts, begin again. I patch the cracks & map her continent across the ceiling. And there, I trace the shadow hours’ passing. We explore imagined regions with thumbs and gummy fingers, rabbit heads … Continue reading Settle/Smelt Iron, Star & Prism
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This fingered beam of light pours soft & electric - an endless stream through the keyhole of our door. We caress & kiss softly, almost silent, in this cosy corner of the coming dawn. We writhe until we cannot breathe in this scruffy bed, beneath Egyptian cotton sheets, sleep-thin & weak with hunger. The … Continue reading But, Painted Palace!