by fennadmin | Mar 31, 2018 | Artists, Kat Sinclair, Poets
Shapeless red sack dress and river into which my colours ran last time I ever saw my grandfather take a cigarette and miss those collectible cards my whole family cried save me and Dad who rolled eyes and I who had just learned criteria for a proper Gothic...
by fennadmin | Mar 31, 2018 | Artists, Featured, Linda Paoli, Poets
Maybe we’re doing everything wrong in this fake town A fake town and its fake people swaying together pretending we Don’t hear the cold winds of youth blowing hard tonight Shattering the congruity of the streets Maybe it’s just me, but if I hear the...
by fennadmin | Mar 26, 2018 | Artists, Nehaal Bajwa, Poets
Ah – hi – hi, sorry! Excuse me. I think you’re on my toe. Thank you. Yes – sorry! I’m sure you didn’t mean it, of course My fault entirely. Silly place to leave a foot. It’s just my legs They’re really – stupidly stretched out, I don’t know, Ha. Hello! Hi! Sorry! to...
by fennadmin | Mar 26, 2018 | Artists, Nehaal Bajwa, Poets
I like to stroke the unsullied top of the biscuit spread Private and confidential, like a letter informing you of banking charges levied specifically at you, the – sweetest, my Fahrenheit sod Bringing me offerings that look like warmth dovetailing with utopian (i.e....
by fennadmin | Mar 26, 2018 | Artists, Nehaal Bajwa, Poets
Sometimes when a friend makes some kind of sexual overture it feels hard, a tug back, a shortening of the rope keeping your bullshit at bay but there, still, behind you. Imagine walking across an A- road, you are in London, so it’s no joke, and for some reason,...
