Siobhan Robinson Poetry Collection
The smoke doesn’t choke me anymore. I took the hell you made for me and made it home…
The smoke doesn’t choke me anymore. I took the hell you made for me and made it home…
It likely served an important role in human evolution. And, there is evidence that certain animals may daydream.
Neill McKee’s memoir, Guns and Gods in My Genes, could be described as a personalized history of North America.
Congratulations to the winners of the 2021 Dreamers Stories of Migration, Sense of Place and Home Contest. This contest honours the term “Dreamers”…
I see the faces of the ones who do not complain. I stand, godlike, determining their fate. Civilization awaits my decision.
I shouldn’t say “should”, if I want to be happy. But who can be content while they are wasting borrowed time?
Cardamom cloves. Poured into mismatched cup and steel glasses. Sipped over gossip and a twin-tailed mermaid.
fat weighs less than depression, but has greater volume, filling the space between id and ego, a gelatinous buffer against world.
If you had had just a little more time, I might have pulled up my sleeve to show you the bruises.