Kate Maxwell

My Golden Friend

By six pm on Friday afternoon, I take my promised pleasure from the fridge. All week denied to safeguard function of the liver, deter heart disease, ensure that I can take the wheel at a moment’s notice, or simply claim …

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Stretched your tubular tendrils out from square of earth, you call home it’s nutrient lode of love shading boughs, entwining clutch of too close ivy and become airborne. Thrill of cool air, glow of variegated leaves, before unseen now floating …

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A Mouthful of Carpet

In my glimpses of the harbour apartment, I groom my Pomeranian Mummy’s puffy fur-angel or sip another chamomile tea breathe in, breathe out give in, give out and pluck the lint of daily irritations from my well-cut coat of respectability. …

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