If I could turn off the world I should be happy Snuggled in blankets In my bed, in my room … More
Author: Julia Smith
Impossible Things
Somewhere high above and far away, the onlookers, the keepers of life, keep an eye on our game. In their … More
Under the Influence
When the world went to hell It felt like a good time Not to be lonely To reach out Across … More
Forgotten Faces
I have forgotten The faces On which I built Great Fantasies Out of something daft Hopeful thoughts About men Who … More
Cheap Therapy
Forgotten something What was it? My low self-esteem Dropped At the door To my hotel room I am Naked now … More
Feels Like Finlake
Cool spring breezes Arrive in mid March And Finlake calls For Easter holidays In a tightly packed Tardis caravan Cold, … More
Knock, Knock
There was a knock at the door. At the sound of it, her heart halted in her chest. It was … More
Frogs
I’ve heard That when buffaloes fight It is only the frogs That suffer And so they say A frog in … More
His Own Private Public
It was a quiet day in the office. Light washed the fields outside, and the same glow seemed to flow … More
White Emulsion Skies
There is nothing I hate more Than a slick White emulsion Spread thickly Across the sky Sealing up The light … More