The friends you make

After a conversation with one of her colleagues on solo-kids/kids-with-much-older-siblings, my mum called to ask if I remembered the imaginary friends of my toddlerhood.

A twitter rhyme/twyme

There is a sin tax On my syntax. The words extort. Whirred exhort. It’s so hard to conceive, When the mind is a sieve, I’m […]