Silence By Emily Lawrence - June 27th, 2020 Posted in Thoughts No comments One of my favourite things to do is to steal a morning, steal a light that others sleep through, to see a part of the day that only those...
Ways of Reading By Emily Lawrence - April 17th, 2020 Posted in Thoughts No comments ‘A patron cannot be surrounded by music or poems in the same way as he is surrounded by his pictures.’[1] Somebody I know, instead of usi...
Bottom-draw vintage silk By Emily Lawrence - March 26th, 2019 Posted in Poetry No comments a motif of history threads of long past memories stitching together like a fustian tapestry only to sn- sn- snag on a machine pulling thr...
Biosemiotics By Emily Lawrence - March 26th, 2019 Posted in Poetry No comments among whispers and calls the sallow leaves fall with a noise akin to raindrops heaving off trees long after rains’ last fall one b...
Sellotape By Emily Lawrence - March 26th, 2019 Posted in Poetry No comments what was the last stitch you made? was it as blithe as the first? or was it lost to incongruous days with hours moving in and out backwar...
Rooted. By Emily Lawrence - March 27th, 2018 Posted in Poetry No comments My story is of connection of life and definition of the things that have never and will never be spoken You call it dirt I call it...