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#27 The signal is dead. Mountains have other ways to speak. They pull stories from the soles of boots. Lines on a page, in circles and dashes. Trails that can’t ...

#26 In the bleak morning Over Rice Krispies And routine I’ll say I didn’t sleep Because they kept walking through But didn’t use the door.

Spiders is a very big word D:

I'll be a reader as long as I don't have to read @StellaThomas' novel...

#25 She climbs the ladder forwards with gripped toes. and snaps the art away. Damp makes colours bleed across splattered floorboards. And sometimes she hears her named called but not ...

#24 Let me tell you about ghosts. We have many. I’ll pull you in with my cloak, the promise of a night time walk. To the graveyard to be sure. ...

#23 Lullaby of synth, and grainy 35mm. The ground opens with demons defeated by content purring, squashed in the middle. Dipped mattress with Sunday fatigue and three separate breaths. The ...

#22 Tell me stories. Unprompted. Often repeated. You’re four years old and the station is clogged with steam. There’s a white shirt. Mischief. Trailing fingers. You watch from your father’s ...

#21 Scotland lives in the greenhouse that houses tantrums with tomato vines. If she looks through moss frosted glass, cows with wings peck the lawn in groups. Home can be ...

#20 She likes to sit beneath the yew tree and wonder. Not to the hills crowding the cottage or the red phone box with no one to make calls. She ...

#19 It’s nice to be nice. But for whom? The aging man Born of antagonism, Spits carrying words Meant for another. The contractor Perennially overloaded, Promises a handful of tomorrows ...

#18 Behind the house, out of the close and up the hill, The grip of tires or the tug of a leash Leads you to the open fields of a ...

#17 Pure shite, amirite? Proper raging. Cannae get the words oot. Dae ye ken? This poem just isnae coming. It’s a wee skelf, giving me the boak. Or a bairn, ...

#16 Never ask who they are, or open the door too wide. It’s the pieces of you that go missing, it’s the past delivered in a lesson a legend, contained ...

#15 Down tilted cobbles, past bent backed barns. A dog yaps on the corner, leash worn into place on a down pipe. Crates of glass bottles clink fresh where they ...