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Fine rain in waves outside the tan centre – there is no mention of sun as it is rarely seen in this town. The night’s bluster swells my jacket. In the empty shop-fronts undulating reflections appear – billboards where the … Continue reading
A nail bomb rips my dictionary apart where the blood falls words are rubric. – Benjamin F Jones
I have just been featured as writer of the week here. I have also had a short piece in Linguistic Erosion – here.