Monthly Archives: November 2014

Eaves

It’s autumn, A cold night between the eaves, We’re playing poker In the loft space, Piling cards on an old tea chest, A make shift desk In the near dark, As the wind, Ominous as a disembodied voice, Drags drawn … Continue reading

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