In the world to come/I will see again my four grandparents...
If that security guard/Were to ask me today/“Little girl are you lost?”/.../The unspoken answer/Would be yes
I am in a classical art gallery in London and the portraits all blur into a crowd of static, monotonous...
What will you do with all of this outrageous beauty?
An impossible dreamsong of childhood, of escape, of anything being possible.
What is age? What is truth? What is time? If I feel like I’m 18, or 28, or whatever, why can’t I be?
The second series of The Hevria Sessions launched recently, and with that I want to pull back the curtain a...
