‘Passport?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Flight info?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Euros?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Underpants?’ The book glares at me. ‘What do you take me for?’ ‘It … More
Tag: Writing a book of poems
Leaving the house
We have left the house. At first our walking is clumsy, comical, even. The book is three yards ahead of … More
Going for coffee
The book and I are passing each other messages through a third party. Neither of us bothers with the niceties … More
