Doing Lines/It’s a Marathon Not a Sprint: Spencer Elliot Carr

Dreams dashed, Though not the 100-metres. How does one know where normal is, If they’ve never been? Caught in a web of research, References lead to and fro. No more goblins or gremlins, Or large sea creatures of any sort. Health card torn and mangled, Worn from repeated use. Sleeping like Fuller did, Dymaxion rhythm … Continue reading Doing Lines/It’s a Marathon Not a Sprint: Spencer Elliot Carr

Gerbilwocky By Susan Maria Rowley

The musical ___like godspell _____only different skittering down deserted ___back alleys _____full of payday fervor with jazzy hands ___floating into BFI bins faithful to the deities ___of the half-basement suites where hollyhock's ghosts ___whisper saxophone memories in the damp nights of temptation ___ the gerbilwocky will survive even this _____ and other busloads of _____peanut … Continue reading Gerbilwocky By Susan Maria Rowley