Snout-fair and sweetly pargetted, you are a percher, peacockizing in your silken man-millinery, holding a slim cigarette between long fingers adorned with flashing jewellery. You may toss your scented hair and flash your painted smile, they may buy you popularity, but only for a while – until your skin wrinkles and your dazzling teeth fall […]
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Wakeful
First flush of morning percolates through crepuscular dreams, lays first thoughts behind sleep-encrusted lids. Words hatch and squirm, caterpillars to feed the hungry birds of creativity. No point in wrestling with the behe- moths that eat holes in the rags of night, let in first light. It’s time to write. Kim M. Russell, 2017 ‘Dance […]
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