Chasing seconds the sun moves across the sky, to my mortality.
Dry skin, cracks on the back of these ageing hands. Time ticks on, eternally. Numbers patiently wait for shadows to fall on their moment.
I try I try to stop smoking dope But there seems to be not much hope, I stop and stare and try to think Perhaps
The old school game! Eton v Westminster! Ding! Ding! In the yellow corner… Lib Dem! In the blue… Tory! Gum-shields in and the whistle blows!
As you may know, Gutter is Scotland’s leading and award-winning literary magazine of fiction and poetry. Having recently launched Issue 04 (which includes the likes
Eyes Looking Back A picture in the folds, Long since forgotten Pain and guilt and remorse, Come cutting back again Those big brown eyes Just
GIRL Brush your teeth and make your bed; Open the curtains wide; Let the sunshine warm your skin, Present yourself with pride. . Study hard