Fantasy Life
You were 26 years old,witty, handsome.You worked for a fashion brandbehind the Royal Academy,relished a young man’s London life. After I heard the news I
April 4, 2016
You were 26 years old,witty, handsome.You worked for a fashion brandbehind the Royal Academy,relished a young man’s London life. After I heard the news I
In a Chelsea restaurantthe young boy sits stiffly,school blazer straight-backed,hands flat on flannel grey,darting glances at his father,whose fingertip commandmesmerises waiters to his side. Father
So. Farewell Dick. They’re queuing up 5000 of them or more To pass by your bones In Leicester Cathedral. Do they come for you Or
It’s lunchtime in Lambeth.The streets glisten with oil-streaked rain.I take refuge in a Church,pews dotted with damp heads;hear the vicar introduce a concert,feel myself relax