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Something, Anything

1 min read Poetry
Something, Anything Lines on a page lay low Faced with the weight of an empty soul Who knew that a vacuum could feel so heavy The crisp, 80gsm with its manufactured margin Red-lined,

Detachment

1 min read Poetry
Detachment There's something to be said About burying your head Playing on while Rome burns Blinking at catastrophe Weaving Armageddon Into life's more superficial twists and turns And so,

Two Spheres

1 min read Poetry
Two Spheres It ends, as it began A final, crisp, cut-glass coat On grass and branch and leaf Cold sky and burning sun conspire A frosted fire, and beneath, the ground Once ice-hardened,

What you know

1 min read Whimsy
Write about what you know, they said. What, I thought- my childhood? That continuum of non- descript non-events that somehow went to define me? Of solitary walks to school, collecting Smurf stickers from