November 2018

Playing the queen

You live in small rooms like a queen Outside, tiled roofs and alleyways, curtains half-closed, narrow courtyards, choking in the night, suspicious circumstances I go to fight your battles but forget to pray and am deceived by someone nearer home…

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Death is a game

Sitting at your bedroom window, I watch a black and white cat pursue a shrew Across the car park, the tiny shrew scurries through fallen leaves and into undergrowth, free for a few precious moments as you are free when…

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