The Bin Men A poem by Jennie E. Owen The Bin Men When she awakes, it is a grumbling world.Not quite light, her children sleep like resussDolls on the mattress; fingers stiff in the early chill. Grey boils, roils with... Continue Reading →
Painting the dead A poem by Jennie E. Owen Painting the dead Room lighting is key for the taskbright daylight, the best. Old newspapersessential to catch the spills, plus kitchen paperto suction excess drops. I recommendmixing the colours in an... Continue Reading →
Uncharted A poem by Jennie E. Owen Uncharted How I love to watch those steady clouds roll across your face.An iris sharpens, sun shrinking back. Blue waves over rock pools You see nothing, but why should you? This instant is... Continue Reading →
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