Voyria Doesn’t Give
Everyone wants to be Voyria. Voyria inherited in her twenties. She is still in her twenties. She spends her days scrolling through her phone: she looks, but never posts. She Just Eat s, but never cooks. She doesn’t care if the books she flicks through, or the music she has on in the background are…
Sometimes there’s a tissue in the wash
Sometimes there’s a tissue in the wash. The washing machine goes on as normal. But later, when you’re checking how long there is left in the cycle, you see it – front and centre – lodged in the rubber seal between the drum and the door. I didn’t check the pockets/ No one ever checks…
Moths
I wonder about moths. They need (moon)light to navigate their lives, even to the point of perceiving which way is up. Presumably, they recognise the cold quality of the light of the moon. Yet, in the early morning, as I commute through country lanes under a clear January sky, while the moon sits on high,…
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‘Glasshouse’ image by Liam Powell http://facebook.com/liampowellart
Morwenna Blackwood, Author 