producing poison is to unsettle a soul and then demand it to find an apex in cornerless countries.
to rip its outline with uncaring, serrated words and without touching it. ‘Sorry’ stays bound in throats
like strangers in tight spaces with no handles on why or how they are there. Skin itching forever.
Happy Easter All! My poem entitled Penrose is included in Poetry Worth Hearing episode 22 will be online today at 9.am, https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/kathleen-mcphilemy/episodes/Poetry-Worth
It was a lifetime ago, industry and non-industry, out of step with Time. A single lifetime, rustles and noises, is our privilege in this precious world. How does it feel to embrace Time? Working with