Small Female Skull by Carol Ann Duffy
My dirty fingerprints are all over my bookshelf. I didn't know what I was doing. Maybe delirious again, looking for my life in poems, chanting, save me save me save me save me save me dammit, then falling back to
Rain by Carol Ann Duffy
Listening to Philip Glass' Mad Rush, one of the most calming pieces I've ever listened to. It quiets my soul. I am sitting in your car, in the passenger seat. The evening is gentle, the breeze a caress. It ruffles
Valentine by Carol Ann Duffy
Happy birthday to me, I guess. Another year over. Another year gone. I'm twenty. I feel so new. Here's one of my favourite poems ever. Valentine Carol Ann Duffy Not a red rose or a satin heart. I give you an onion. It is a moon