When she opened her purse, a bird flew out
If they reduced speed-limits by 1 MPH per day
Talking shit, smoking spliffs, three in the morning
If the moon had an on/off switch
My father died five weeks ago
The ruts that old carts make
In due course, we shall divine the truth
A man with daisies on his hat
Nothing to write about - here we go!
Another stone in my shoe
Together; on our three-cushion, plush settee
Admit it. You miss me!
Life’s a drag for cross-dressers
28 Day Cut-Off
The bridge is built. Soon we’ll add a road
Decapitating a few rabbits
The Young Female Asian Refugee Writers Group
The dead hippo firing its final shots
Taken at a certain angle
Night coming in like a bag-snatcher
I dreamt of Hugh last night.
I live in a storm-drain but it’s MY storm-drain
Double or Nothing?
An air of baffled silence
The small rooms in her head
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