Jackson

I dreamed I was starting in a running race There were four 400-metre laps Everyone else limbered up When the gun went they took off sending up divots from their spiked shoes I stretched myself a bit and looked around The finish line was only 50 metres from the starting blocks Just there Practically in Read more

my mother smells like cat: tongue licking kitten; like homespun: wool-grease, warmth; like eggshell, like duckpond; like ocean: iodine, fins; like oils wet on canvas; like tripe, like boiled cabbage; like baked apples and ginger biscuits; like slept-in ‘Tweed by Lentheric’; like cold morning ash; like yellowing paper; like glass First published in Creatrix Read more