Lament to a broken mirrorA setting sun bleeds
down your inherited chin
say I nearly cried
but I didn’t.
poetry
Addison Williams
Writer of poetry, fiction and music.
Canterbury, United Kingdom
Selected work (4 publications)
A lift home between 10.37 - 10.46the train penetrates the night
claiming it as it's own
poetry
The Cuckold and The WindIn place of the butterfly
I couldn't bring myself
to pin in a frame.
I domesticated the sea
inside of a jam jar
for your windowsill,
poetry
The Story of My Own CreationHow I managed to catch my breath before being thrown into the ocean, I'm not sure.
Short Story