Poetry Corner | Issue 11

Posted 1:27pm Sunday 14th May 2017 by Mel Ansell

What night was it? Perhaps the tenth or eleventh, I was used to the heaviness of your sleeping body already, after all, generations have slept beside each other. It is nice to have just another piece of evidence of my humanity. Our ancestors knew the shapes in which to bend to hold, but Read more...

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