
Poem: Swan Song
For LG Life is terminal. Given its expiry date you refuse agony, choose dignity to greet the unknown, face to face. In the time of Covid...
For LG Life is terminal. Given its expiry date you refuse agony, choose dignity to greet the unknown, face to face. In the time of Covid...
We’ve never met but I come well recommended. On a word you hand over the keys to the kingdom. It’s a calling, old as witching – the...
The fundamental snake is an arm without a body, the ornament of bloodless embrace more exquisite than the hilt of a Persian dagger, husk...
The one gift she gave him that was truly appreciated was the bottle opener in the shape of a woman, her arms on hinges, a cork screw...