I erected a giant flagpole in my garden.
I wanted to make a statement—
nail my colours to the mast as they say.
But what to say? What to stand for?
I was at a loss.
All the while, the empty flag string twanged
against the naked pole,
taunting me.
I need to be wrapped. Tight. In the white-starched sheets Of a funeral parlour. I’ll lay Silent and still With small wet breaths....
‘The silence was heavy with eternity’ (Rose Tremain, Sacred Country) The room vibrated an empty sound, My fingers brushed the thin new...
I’m your online operator. A ‘surgeon simulator’ if you will. A single, white-gloved finger eradicating earthly ills. Specimens on my wall...
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