Category Archives: Poetry

The Debtors’ University

A DROLL FROM THE ROARING GIRL The debtors’ university is such a refined hierarchy; you start off posh, the Master’s Ward, and say, ‘Pish, this is not so hard’; arriving…

Reflections in Winter

I am afraid of my mirror; slick, silver, sleek. I see you there. I think it’s me, but it’s you. You are all that gives me me; you give me…

Dear Lydia

I don’t know how to say it. I don’t know how to bring it up. Growing up I was taught to be silent in the wake of empty rooms, in…