unicorn hoax

Palm down, flat with the card underneath. He is buying a small container of pasta, the pasta is not nutritious and barely satisfying. I...

Brace to expand the only magic space left to us, a place of folk that exists beyond money. I love money! If only I had some, or the o...

There is a decent amount of stillness in snow, and also in the yellow of daffodils. It would be easy to say they remind me of you, but...

Poem for Jo Cox ‘Young men and women [will] gather to revel with music created by White artists and composers, but never to undulate or j...

Toilet queue poem The pain of Return. Life skills. A bar. The relentless Showmanship Songs. TRACKS Upon your past, Upon your armpits Up...

magpie one for joy  two for joy  three for joy four for joy five for joy  six for joy seven for joy eight for joy nine for joy te...

Waking in September is half great half death- the sexy low sun that pierces your eyes and the wailing Of the washing machine. O s...

New Year New You A freefall into a cupboard full Of metal coat hangers As collarbones As elbows bare as bones the Spare branches ...

charlotte bean-toed wonder of the copt and tiniest marsh sprite bright eyed super girl tied in bluebells & sea-lavend...