The Spontaneous Prose Store, Brick Lane
When I was walking along Brick Lane the other day I stumbled across the lady above, set up in the street, tapping away on her typewriter. She was like some bohemian mirage I… Continue reading
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Sally’s Legs
Sally’s Legs Sally’s legs are long firm clenched cobras coiling your boyish … Continue reading
This is a Low
Low You skim flat pebbles, disturbing thoughts once stowed beneath smooth waters. Under a slippery rock, a Minnow loiters like the grudging, silver silence still left over from last night. Ducks squabble over nothing… Continue reading