Displays a reflection, So fragile, That as she reaches out to touch it, She shatters into pieces
Displays a reflection, So fragile, That as she reaches out to touch it, She shatters into pieces
The door is always dark Or never there at all Imperceptible, It leaks through a pin prick Dense dark droplets… Read more The tower
A picture, Exploding into view On an eye, That never blinks A colour Next to deepest grey A promise That… Read more Brain death
Little paths Wind up the hillside Traced in the grass by little feet Guided darkly By aromatic pathways The colour… Read more Little paths
Author’s should not write in bubble, the works we read should influence how we write. Here are three of the… Read more Three books that influenced Glen the Cockroach