Dropping Tea
Poem Some students say they think I’m posh. I am nothing of the kind. I have learned to watch my lip. Breath, measured. Tongue, clipped. Pauses are well timed. My broad Luton drawl...
Tagged: speech
Supposing I Said…
Surreal Poetry I take it the granting of wishes line Starts here The squeak sound of cheap soles against Silicone, empty chambers of What was that? You’ve got your three Lined up nicely?...
