Chin Chin Look at my dark eyes see what’s reflected there. This night. You’ll know the consequences, Septem annis, bad luck. I search for your intention, the way of your heart. Is our friendship baptised with wine or murderous ambition? Can you see shards of candlelight ricochet from my jewellery? I deflect precious ingenuity, […]
102 words – Baby Jesus
Every year – earlier every year – I take the baby Jesus from his Tesco bag and put him with his mortal parents in his wooden painted barn, a couple of grinning angels on the roof. The family is framed by improbably attractive livestock, kings and shepherds. It’s part of the tradition, along with the […]