N7
From the newsagents where we stole penny sweets
To the front gate where I skinned my shin.
Category Archives: Elephant Words
Zone Of Alienation
The cordon contains us.
The Motion of Matter Frozen in Time
The device was simple and small.
Crammed
“He did say this would be cumulative, right?”
nothing shines in the ordinary.
Surreality. To think that I actually go here.
How to Make the Cut
Twenty-five young women lined the two walls of the hallway, some sitting, others upright and leaning, book bags and purses scattered about their feet.
