3TV Presents: Peter Storey
A Hundred Ninety to Bismarck While, dustily, the dawning sun arose To light a bleak Dakota's winter day, I swung a mattock on a fracking rig And slavish, [...]
A Hundred Ninety to Bismarck While, dustily, the dawning sun arose To light a bleak Dakota's winter day, I swung a mattock on a fracking rig And slavish, [...]
If you think this is a poem, consider yourself warned. The other day I dreamt a plane crashed into the bed I stood beside. You do not need to know I’ve [...]
Indifference Tell me, what does the word suicide make you feel? Does it make your spine shiver, your knees weak, your limbs disconnected, your mind somehow able to see void and [...]