This is the third part in Deborah Sanderson’s story. Part 1 The Seed of Light and Dan McPhail. Part 2 In the spring of another Now. It had all come full circle, what a curious day! Then onto the quayside capstan, the sun blazed away. The heavens were saturated with eternity blue skies, like the […]
I’m your master set in alabaster And though my self-aggrandising policies Are laundered and spun-dry through media machines There are always certain aspects that require The old distraction or filibuster schemes And if resistance hits my purse And the worse comes to the worse Then dare you even mention The tried and trusted strategy of […]
Perimeters work at my innards from the edge – of sodium shrubs and the lit-up hedge of the morbid peripheral road. Perimeters wrap sick halos above them, around them silent snow’s undercut by the hum of a huge freezer. Perimeters stab barbed embroidery on faded fabric of undone ordinary outskirts while concentric circles of […]
