When I met her again
This hard cold marble in the deepest pit of my stomach, this acerbic stir of stale beer and last night’s curry this white of knuckles, nails that bites my flesh, […]
Daily Archives: February 27, 2018
Augury birds
Once when hours could be wasted, when seconds were not precious, I could listen to the blackbirds in the middle of a step. I could stop and smile, while running […]
