Short Story :

‘Apparently he’s short, but wears stacked heels’, someone whispered as we waited for the lift lights to blink their way up to floor 40. We craned our necks to see him as he exited. Rubbish, I thought.

Poetry: A manifesto-poem about poetry, voice and defiance

Subversification

You may have heard that poetry

Makes nothing happen.

This is fake news.