Scott Reports Home From the Antarctic


It’s nice here – once you get used to the snow. 
At first, I must admit, it dazzled me,
then my eyes adjusted,
learned to pick out the buildings and the snow mobiles
from in amongst the white.

I found my way in…

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In Vitro & Halfway


In Vitro


My children are made by me, but borne by others.
The pain of childbirth holds no appeal; the screeching, the tearing, the blood,
the whole world drowned in amniotic fluid.  A flood. 
The subsequent stitches of brightly coloured thread.

How…

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The Head

It was beside him on the pillow when Blair awoke in the morning, grinning at him inanely. 

“What are you doing on my pillow?” Blair asked.

It seemed a logical question.  It turned to face him and said “What are you doing on my pillow?”

“Hey, I…

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