Category: 055

Julia Webb – Threat

Threat the day was fust there were no birds winging across the wrung out rag of sky no tree-rustle or wind-hum just the flamesome worry and the persistence of planes whomping through hungover clouds it wasn’t a festive outing nothing was cheery or brightly clean the heavens were alive with all the wrong kinds of Read More

Lynn Woollacott – “Judy’s Reflection”

 Judy’s Reflection   Judy plucks, plucks, plucks her top lip. She creams, creams, creams her face with lotions and potions. She knows agony over and over from gazing in the mirror. She knows all about being stitched up. She knows the shock horror expression of an audience. She knows the difference between those that can Read More