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,...
by fennadmin | Feb 5, 2018 | Artists, Linda Paoli, Poets
What even is the point of nostalgia I only believe in missing the plastic and The smooth safe angles of tools That existed for your hands and Your hands only. But to feel for rocks and stones For a splash of dolomite Vomiting colour, hiding the puny creatures that...
by fennadmin | Feb 5, 2018 | Linda Paoli, Poets, Uncategorized
love my love my love my love Lingering about like the absence of a smell What are you doing, wasting precious fingers to roll cigarettes you don’t even smoke? There I see kilometres of hair I want to touch In the corner your face, my face, her face Cracked like...
