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The ice drew lace on the window panes We couldn’t see out for a week, The air had frozen and blocked the drains And my tears we..

The wind blew out and the sea rolled in By the cliffs and the curving beach, A lonely stretch, they were kith and kin And had never h..

There’s always been something controlling me, I knew, but I knew not what, Something diverting and foiling me Since the days th..

I’d hidden away the mirrors Packed them up and sent them off, Taken the shine off the saucepan lids, Sandpapered the coffee pot..

I wake and prowl the house at night And wander through the gloom, The only light that streams are beams Of silver from the Moon, W..

I was introduced to her mother One Whit Sunday, down at the Hall, They said that this was a ritual And suffered by one and all, Sh..

On a twisting, winding, rutted track That weaved from under the pines, A figure came in a burlap sack Where the crossroad intertwines..

The city was laid like a wasteland Like a rusting, crumbling sore, Half of the houses were boarded up Along a neglected shore, The..

He lived in a tiny attic, set Way up on the second floor, I’d never have known he lived there, but He left his shoes by the doo..

‘Will you not go walking with me, Michelle, Will you not come out in the park? There are lights between each tree, Michelle So ..