Ronnie Hill
When you’re a failure, you still try
Why is it not okay to fear a surprise
A sunken mattress that’s become my life, has now swallowed me whole
left me to lie, wipe my eyes
And Hide inside a hole
My own demise has a sense of pride that only I entail
A Blue lady bird on its back The balding boys broody moodiness Thickened like the skim of stewed tea A disk pinned to my arm sends a...
An after-school venture Parents waited at the gates as the classes of children flooded out the doors, a sea of red jumpers and cardigans,...
Lost between the side of the sofa and stuck in my mattress, under my covers I hide. The face in the mirror is not me but I’m searching, I...
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