A lil black phone with my poems in

  In like a lion Most mornings start with Baris at my door, we talk about the weather, then talk some more. A community organiser and a Turk...

Mum’s art comes in kit form,   shipped from China.   Crystals and a wax dabber,   Easter bunnies and eggs.   Sian has led my mother astray, ...

 

Poetry is child's play 1. Befriend people with small children. 2. Become bestest faux Aunty, have pockets full of interest...

Liminal Lights at the end of the tunnel, or a monster, eyes as big as mill wheels. Maybe a kitten in a box. Liminal spaces hold ...