A poem from A Winter With A Moniker


  • In a world full of feeling you made me realise that love is just another four-letter word beginning with ƒ.
  • Why were you so resentful if our parting was so bloodless and so average for someone of my age?
  • I felt like a child, anxious to appear excited, at a fairground, knowing the hoops were too small to drop over the prize.
  • Three months of webbed bliss: First month = I couldn’t believe it; Second month = You couldn’t believe me; Third month = we’d decided neither of us ought to believe any of it.
  • I know you won’t take this personally, I cannot love anyone.
  • You thought me a cream cake on a summer’s day: you became concerned that I’d go off on one!

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