A lil black phone with my poems in

  Red Plastic Alchemy We lifted the seat of the red ride‑and‑go its sacred hollow our cauldron. With cupped hands, we carried rainwater,...

Orpheus' Last Look How could you not have trust me?   The counter melody of your song,   douward uncertainty, dogged your heels. You tu...

Honk GLACITATE, like an enraged goose, for Gods' alone know our words are not working. Terrorise MP's, mischievous beaks...