Traveller

Today I am Lady Macbeth For there is villainy in my housewifery. A desire for raw cleanliness: A house, preternaturally starched, White, blank, void. Ghosts flapping wildly outside, But fresh. And now you. Jammy little hands and molton eyes. Crayon … Continued

Baby Gap

I fear myself Twitching minutes Cuckold my day A red faced mass Of tears and needs Rages in a corner Me, an eaten soul Mind echoing incoherently A knawing passion and Yearning for sleep I am an empty ship I … Continued