It is the look that gives it away: the steep tower, The still clock, (it, in fact, has four) The pointing roof: sharp angles. unfriendly barbs. Leaves a sting in the throat, those serrated edges. Mark ed ed ges - grass not green but a wussy yellow And the screams - It is an unpleasant…
Ode to Baby
Hair as orange as toasting fire. Turquoise eyes. Smile faded and gone. You tried to pencil it in once. It has gone again, since.
The Dandelion Babies
There is someone screaming in the toilet cubicle next to mine. Me: Hello? [The scream sounds again. Raw. Agonised. A scream of a woman in labour.] Me: Do you need help? I get no answer so I pull up my jeans, flush the toilet and exit my own cubicle. [Screaming continues.] Glancing into the cubicle…
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