“At the first chance you know it will shrug/ you off, as lightly as a leaf” 18 February 202618 February 2026
The front door creaks open — stillness interrupted — heavy footsteps cross the threshold, the waft of body odour displacing fresh air, a familiar voice can be heard, 1 February 20262 February 2026
Sunset on the human race / A tardigrade could do better / Traditions get mangled, entangled, star-spangled / Genocide as a form of tourism: A slam poetry-esque Longette Lite* from the deviser 14 January 202614 January 2026