You took all
the yellow pills:
destroyed the place.
I took the
lift to escape:
found myself
on the old flat roof
with a How To book
and a man
with a colossal tongue.
by Kathleen Kenny
The Tea Cup Hills steam up, the mist swirling above endless green. I walk the quiet trails forever thinking of the bodies piling up in ...
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Kathleen Kenny is a writer of Irish parentage who lives and works in Newcastle upon Tyne, England. She earns her living as a part-time creative writing tutor at the Centre for Lifelong Learning. Her latest collection of poems: 'Firesprung' was published recently by Red Squirrel Press.
Good stuff!
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