Suzanne led me over to the gap, that pale opaque liquid seeping into my skin-honey, I realised. she leaned in close, voice warm and soft, the scent of aniseed on her breath. you can be anyone you want, she whispered. I closed my eyes. who are you gonna be?
i caught ciri's gaze and we shared a smile that meant a hundred different things.
The idea behind this book is to publish a poem or piece of writing regularly - hopefully once a week. But there is a twist. My poems will be inspired by "Webster's Encyclopedic Unabridged Dictionary of the English Language", 1994 edition. Can poetry be inspired by a dictionary - find out for yourself - enjoy!
slow dancing love and pain in the midnight chorus of liquor-washed autumn green ... || a constellation of destructive poetry ||
