‘But vicarious dreams of Sagittarius themes Make various seams in precarious regimes.’
'In Paris and under the arches and the ivory hotels, in the oilcloth Flutter of nights on-the-run from everything we left behind. With your dark eyes and my golden hair, the transience is all That keeps us going.'
'She stood behind him, and spoke to the back of his head. She told of love and old times and of tea waiting for him at the dinner table.'
'The barber thought I was trans. I watched him contemplate my hairline more quizzically than usual as I told him I was writing this. It probably didn’t help that I’d been booked in as ‘Alexandra’ by the lady on the phone.'
Deputy Features editor Matthew Chalmers envisions the future in the form of a short story.
'Child wonders Dragons grin The sun beats down on a shrinking kingdom'
'It was spring when he left And spring when he came.'