What Told Me You Were Dead What told me you were dead that Friday morningwas a loaf of bread.As I wheezed down your street I swore,well you hadn’t answered my messages and apart from each other who else had we to call?So I had set out…But when, in the just arrived morning light I couldContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Stephen Whitter”
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VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Luis Berriozabal
The Lows The lows are too low. The blues are too blue. These feet can’t go on. They get in my way. The wind does not blow. I march to no drum. This cold is too cold. It freezes my brain. I hope against hope. Without you I lose. This bitter lemon life is notContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Luis Berriozabal”
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