Ogre's Burrito Parcelled in linen, a crack of smudged eye opens. Under-sheet in a claustrophobe, arms pinned, I am an ogre’s burrito. A salt-sweat salsa of the nights inappropriate dreaming stains me, soaks the bedding. Sour. I can smell myself – I feel basted, the musk of arousal as I split my welded legs apart. … Continue reading ‘Ogre’s Burrito’ by Jane Burn
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‘What my grandfather sees at 90’ by Catherine Ayres
What my grandfather sees at 90 Dawn in the boiler’s long sigh A misdirected piss in warm toes A broken cup in the taste of salt A daughter’s face in softness under his palms The afternoon sliced by a clock Donna’s smile in the smell of Silk Cut Forgotten shoes in a slap from the … Continue reading ‘What my grandfather sees at 90’ by Catherine Ayres
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