Ronnie Hill
Stuck in a puddle it splashes back and keeps you wet
When you’re chained to the path you’ve set for yourself
stay on your toes
For you’ll never know what stones will break your green house and allow entry for those
Im the morning the sun goes down
The meaning of a broken cassette
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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