Dealing with everyday disillusion
Last weekend I lost my Grandmother - affectionately known as 'Nanny' to us Grandchildren. I wrote this over the course of the last week, as everything unfolded. ARRIVAL We shuffle our food nervously Waiting for the gate to be called Sipping wine slowly We sit impatiently on the runway Waiting for the plane to take... Continue Reading →
I awake in the night as the fear swoops down and clutches my chest, breath stolen as they draw closer, words turning to ash in my mouth. Paralysed beneath sheets I am fixated on ephemeral movements in the shadows; they have come for me again. The cold smoke of their limbs wrap around me and... Continue Reading →
"Burial" - A poem by Liam McMillan
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