The King Is Mad The king is mad. The queen bears his children like a malady. It would be a simple solution, were she to eat them before they grow into their own madness. She does not. She lets them scamper about, small birds that twitter and fret in every corner of the palace. The […]
in the current stillness, I know it approaches; I can taste its salt on my lips, so I am plaiting a rope for us – three strands, love, courage, health; and with these, we can tether ourselves while we will get soaked and gasp for breath we will stand firm and we will find […]
“There are so many people”, he tells me. Cherubic faces congregate in the playground below. Miniature human traffic in maroon and plaid Waving earnestly to Gran or Mum or Dad As they let go of hands and are soon departed. S is for – Sports Socks Two for TEN pound. Times have changed, Become estranged […]