Kirstie Sivapalan
You told me to wash my hands and yet to raise them high in wanton communion, You ridiculed us as turkeys lurking and squawking whilst you traded your fortune, You told us it wouldn't matter if we were close, and we inhaled it in, deep. I did. For a whileI stopped, worrying in hope of… Continue reading Gaslight in waiting
Eviction notice Once we were neighbours. We built homes of clay, and oak. One night while I was sleeping, you came, and took the Brick that I had laid close to the back door, the one I never noticed. The next day you sold it back to me and found you could buy two in… Continue reading Eviction Notice
Writing and M.E. 