I am reading this poem by Linda Gregg (and I am reminded I want to read her book “All of it singing”), this poem is about loneliness and how the narrator becomes comfortable and accepting of their loneliness. (more…)
– Stevie Smith
They photographed me young upon a tiger skin
And now I do not care at all for kith and kin,
For oh the tiger nature works within.
Parents of England, not in smug
Fashion fancy (more…)