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deep
sleep
body
whip
Is this the best poem of the year so far?
Are ‘sleep’ and ‘whip’ nouns or verbs here?
Why is ‘sleep’ trademarked?
deep
sleep
body
whip
Is this the best poem of the year so far?
Are ‘sleep’ and ‘whip’ nouns or verbs here?
Why is ‘sleep’ trademarked?
One of those novels where small details still live with me rent free.
‘Just before he died, my father stopped having Weetabix for breakfast and developed a taste for grapefruit.’
One of those novels where small details still live with me rent free.
‘Just before he died, my father stopped having Weetabix for breakfast and developed a taste for grapefruit.’
@ofmooseandmen.bsky.social
Creepy, funny, rich with place. ‘Not many people want to visit a remote Welsh beach in the rain […]. Winter still owned the air, the soil, the sea. But that didn't matter to Cerys.’
@ofmooseandmen.bsky.social
Creepy, funny, rich with place. ‘Not many people want to visit a remote Welsh beach in the rain […]. Winter still owned the air, the soil, the sea. But that didn't matter to Cerys.’
let me go on
And
let me tell you
By Paul Griffiths @disgwylfa.bsky.social published by Henningham Family Press
‘my tongue is not my own.’ Ophelia tells her story in her words: the 481 Shakespeare gave her. Hypnotic and lyrical, like late Beckett.
let me go on
And
let me tell you
By Paul Griffiths @disgwylfa.bsky.social published by Henningham Family Press
‘my tongue is not my own.’ Ophelia tells her story in her words: the 481 Shakespeare gave her. Hypnotic and lyrical, like late Beckett.