Cochineal
Cochineal written by: Christian Ward Boil my love away until the hush of night turns into day;...
Christian Ward
New Year
New Year written by: Christian Ward The streets are wet like spring lawns, days opening like picnic...
Spastic
Spastic written by: Christian Ward Andrew hurled the word spastic like a stone. No reaction this morning....
Derelict Land Near North Greenwich, London
Derelict Land Near North Greenwich, London written by: Christian Ward The land is a prayer waiting to...
The Moss at Wimbledon Station
The Moss at Wimbledon Station written by: Christian Ward Spinach-snow if we’re aiming for precision. A flattened...
New Year’s Day 2022
New Year’s Day 2022 written by: Christian Ward A crown of crows hovers above split scepters of...
Christmas Time
Christmas Time written by: Christian Ward Christmas is the time to warm you like hot chocolate, make...
Sunday
Sunday written by: Christian Ward Sunday slides up the nose, fizzing the brain like a mimosa. Yesterday’s...
Trophy Husband
Trophy Husband written by: Christian Ward My ex-wife once called me a trophy husband. What award was...
Figs
Figs written by: Christian Ward The fallen figs on the path are shrunken cellos. I’m tempted to...
Burying Sister Mary
Burying Sister Mary written by: Christian Ward Our knuckles wept pus when I laid the ruler on...
