Tarantella (11th February, 2010, 9.28pm) Forbidden fingers trace the spider’s web; caught, wings entangled, dangling on a thread of hope in frosty air. Wave tentative legs, teeth
And yet… (10th June 2009, 10.09am) you’ve gone dark, absolved any guilt in radio blackness, blocking the airwaves with apathy. I was content with nothing;