I am a tree trapped in my pot. My roots are restless for some wider life. I spread and I … More
Author: Julia Smith
Museum Piece
I saw myself today Forty years older, but the same Sitting quietly In the corner of a museum café Welsh … More
Escape
His body flushed with a familiar wave; heat, stress, his hackles rising in response to some unseen foe. He hadn’t … More
Contents
I wake into cold, into quiet. The sounds have been swept away by the night. And the waking world has … More
Awful
How are you? Brightly said With a smile I’m awful I think about saying Truthfully As you bounce away In … More
From On Rooftops
I stand on rooftops and watch the revellers applaud their own discoveries; delighted with the depth of their designs. Their … More
Just a Postcard to Say
If I could I would Pre-print postcards Advising you That while I have invested Some time In wondering, considering Researching … More
Sweet September Sons
Summer’s sun sets and the earth makes a start on its sleep. Schools open and children decide on stationery, while … More
I Don’t Know What I’m Doing
Have you seen the world recently Still and serene From your secluded spot? Packed, pressured, panicked Cramped, crumbling, cracking … More
Kindness
Simple Shows Are in short supply This season Despite the suggestion Of social media We are all secluded Stretched, … More