Amy RedsullPoetry: Round by mineRound by mine there’s broken glass. Some battered old bricks and concrete. Slabs of my childhood, inch by inch. A silhouette of fond…Mar 4, 2022Mar 4, 2022
Amy RedsullHow can I be a naughty child? I’m nearly 23My life. In a nutshell, is chaotic. My brain is chaotic. Existence is chaotic.Mar 3, 2022Mar 3, 2022