A Prison of Another's Making
written by: P.T. Corwin
Far from his untamed memory,
A prison of another's making,
Where they have wrenched his voice a...
The Gardener
written by: Arikui
She came each Saturday at half past nine.
The girls, when they were little, would look out
and shout to let me know....
A Certain Perfume
written by: Mary Bone
I use a certain perfume
that takes me back to my childhood days.
As I sat in an elderly lady's flower garden...
