Dylan Davies
wishing for clovers
we are barely ten and holding
our imaginary shovels we
go searching for the golden light
or perhaps a newt in the
long grass or maybe
a lucky clover
your...
How did we meet? well, it all began with a cursed...
classic story – the house was too cheap to be true,
four bedrooms, three bathrooms, a river-front view,
and fitted with copious Victorian demise
and, of course,...
The Mouse and the Bicycle
I saw a field mouse fresh-dead on the path,
Blood black in the mud of the bicycle track, his
Eyes, and brain, and paws, and all,...
Loving Your Body
Kia is watching herself in the mirror and
She doesn’t look like herself;
She thinks she did once;
She wishes she did now;
She never will again.
Kia is...