Month: November 2014

A Book

Sometimes a book can tell you how to live How to paint your house And wear your hair How to keep a man and bed him best And provoke a religion inside Your watery edges A book can be a powerful thing A bomb of phrases and slithery truths A sleuth A saviour with silky […]

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Grace

Every night I go to bed and read And she is there, seemingly uncomfortable but dreaming and breathing Waiting for me to make a move or sound Hanging on the words “Grace” “Hungry?” “Outside!” Every night when I sit and read She’s there, warming my feet with the heat of her bones A mixed bag […]

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