Jan30

They definitely made some special pies – 47 varieties. I saw them piled up on the stalls as I shuffled past With the mob to watch the action. I stood aloof in the throng, The air a heady mix of Body odour, lavender and decay. We stood waiting in the muddy trench for Almost two…

Sep03

I had a conversation with myself About whether to call him King or Villain. I had to think, and I couldn’t agree, So I checked myself in the mirror. Yes! There is was. A bead of sweat, Rolling like a mountain. I knew (I secretly always knew) I was lying to myself. Happiness is a…