The Party

As soon as they enter the party the game changes. They’re a stranger, but suddenly despite the dim interior, the bright fairy-light exterior, despite the music blasting speech away from mouths and ears, despite the throng of people, despite the colours, despite the promise of another drink – the eye is drawn to them. The…

Put to Bed After Too Much Champagne

Behind my eyes are confetti Blown by a near wind and traced to geometrical perfection. Daisy petals line the walls of the corner of a room draped with innovation Wherein jazz once played in a distant memory. In an old building inhabited by figures; the outcast, the eccentric, the ones trying too hard and not…