16.4.1932 – 30.1.1978 By her It Must Die On Failing to Advise Failures Trivia Caspar If It Hurts The Trap Apathy Platitudes Slum Clearance Vitality October Newly Added Précis on sense of touch We are the Dead People A Little Another Satire Depair Optimism About her Fragile Transparency Blair Atholl Mothers Day The Last Word…
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Mother’s Day
So we were processed through grey Lancastrian streets, the banality of life continuing without any respect for our appalling secret. Ahead she lay, still, her gaunt body empty of fight, her skin like marble, her hair soft and brown. We crawled between desolate graves of lonely people, neglected, belonging to no-one, the snow still lying.…
Unwrapping The World 