41 Weeks
A poem by Saskia McCracken. Beneath blackberries heavy as planets a slug slopes among the nettles, at the same aching pace as me, where to? Gentle eye stalks move delicately body brown as a toffee penny skirts rippling amber slip beneath the awning of a rusting leaf leaving a trail of silver Small feet tap […]
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