I try to imagine taking my hips out there the upright the cold like an old piano off tune in the park my timber’s warped splintered and I feel my strings tugging too tight // too loose. The winter boughs clatter like castanets my beanied drums my ears my fog shrugged in a rolled up … Continue reading For him or for me?
‘Snitch’ – a portrait
One day Dad went out and got us a puppy. She was small and wide and very wiggly. Dad was told that she was a cattledog cross kelpie. But as she grew (or failed to grow) we deduced that the kelpie was something much more like a corgie. I can't quite remember why but we … Continue reading ‘Snitch’ – a portrait