Susan Wigmore
THROUGH THE WINDOW
Demons cavort in the darkness of trees. Slender, knuckle-cracking things, whispering a wasp language. You stop your ears with moss,…
The Marriage Market
An old Bedford van passes you on the track to the *moussem. On top, penned but precarious, barely a bleat,…
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