Nothing Is Real (For Manchester)
My smile was a pink balloon
Strangers with grabby sticks, hi vis vests,hoodies against May showers,hauling open grey wheely binseither side of morning terraced streets…
Between the linesI dangle in the airas if on tines:rationale hung by a hair: a fish on a trident,in a pausespanning a heartfelt…
they did not know she had millions, neither did she. just collected one item at a time, cared fully for each one of them…
. again i say .
one man is upside down,
the other man helps him.
these are the better days,
no one has weapons.
You’re very welcome Christopher. Thank you for submitting, and a very warm welcome.
I’m classroom-bound, late to leave.My wife’s waiting at home. Outside,
On Europe Day (9 May) the European Cultural Foundation will present four outstanding laureates with…
It seems Old John, Irish John,
I cough when I inhale you.