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27/2/22 Putin should be exiled to Pluto in my opinion, because then he will have little prospect of returning, like Napoleon from St Helena to...

I woke up and 4 am last night, my stomach in a knot over the news of the last week. This poured out of me on the Notes app on my phone. I always turn to poetry when I'm anxious, I find it unfiltered and visceral. It's neither good nor reasoned, but that's okay, it's one of my best therapeutic tools.

“You’re a murderer!” she yelled at him. “I told you. He isn’t dead.” “It’s the next best thing.” “He did the same to me.” “Without knowing. This is...

I don’t want the blood to flow I never want to see it Feel the pull inside Grasping claws, organs entwined Just an apple and an egg Lemon water, a...

There were flowers In the window Of the house you once lived in Llillies half fainting Craving sleep I walked on by Thinking what could I keep From...

Jamal had one more trick up his sleeve. He bought two bottles of vodka and drove to Avenida Mozart, not too far from his lodge. On Lugones bend, he...

I feel like there is very little to write in my diary these days, but I should mention weddings and funerals. I have inherited my mother’s arthritis...

Nothing explosive at the teashop this week, but a few whimsical incidents, nonetheless. On taking a window seat one day I observed a perfectly...

This would be the place then. Jadda squinted against the heavy hand of the sun. Up on the hillock there were a couple of great stones, man-high...