How it started It started with a literature student reading a difficult novel. Her head had been made heavy by too many sugared teas, and the further...
Shirley sits by the window. This chair needs to be sanded, she thinks, picking at splinters. She is watching, half-hidden behind a red linen curtain...
Somebody has slashed The sky with a plane. A square slice of picture perfect And a bird cutting the corner. A dusty floor on which things are Crushed...