We are strangers who happen to have children together. You’ve made it clear. And I’m not objecting to that, as we never really got past the flatmates stage, regardless of the official piece of jewellery, so why pretend to be friends now continue reading
Tag: strangers
all is calm, all is bright
a homeless couple hidden from the rain under the mercat cross play carols on flutes to remind strangers what a decent life is, ... continue reading
elegy written in a city cul-de-sac
no need, my boy, to shed a tear when, lost in the crowded urban thicket, you enter a blind alley. ... continue reading
hidden pilcrow 