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
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
Sally’s Legs Sally’s legs are long firm clenched cobras coiling your boyish … Continue reading
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