My poem, ‘The Panda’, has been published in London Grip’s Autumn issue.
The sounds of the house begin above him,
a family waking. He thinks of Stalin
preferring a sofa to a presidential bed,
of the ace of pentacles gleaming
from the apocrypha of a bookshelf
of the bottle of Cahors he drank last night,
a black wine, dark as a tarot reader’s smile.
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