Let the salt on the wind anoint. Sail away with me. Please. Aboard ‘The Knife.’ Even if, with that stiff …
Fog from my Bedroom Window. A poem by Sean H.
There was once an electric whisper (Feathers of razorwire stroking the skin) Telling the story of the hiss and the …
Spring is the Only Visitor. A poem by Sean H.
Oh don’t bring me flowers of beauty. No blossoms, no nothing, no never. For ‘bring’ is just how you say …
When. A poem and a photograph by Seán H.
When, because no more excuses now, you’re finally sorting out the shed but keep taking photos of all the monstrous …