all entries: apr 2025 to may 2025
5 May 2025poem: little knot, 1983benjamin harker
Three fingers are the promises, Akela said, taking a finger of his own and swirling it around the circle of my thumb and little finger
3 May 2025poem: earliest memory, 1977benjamin harker
I only have as negatives / yellow/navy baby reins
1 May 2025poem: glass door, 1983benjamin harker
And I, a head full of bricks, swung thoughtless / around the top post, through the gap, crashed / through the surface of that great, glass, perpendicular sea.
30 April 2025in april, i open my billbenjamin harker
Paedophiles do not pursue the lives of cuckoos purposefully. We begin loved and welcomed. We are babies, then children and we grow up alongside you.
