How to Skim a Stone
By Tom Edgar Gertrude: Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended. Hamlet: Mother, you have my father much offended. He stands on the Thames foreshore,
Tom Edgar
January 31, 2024
By Tom Edgar Gertrude: Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended. Hamlet: Mother, you have my father much offended. He stands on the Thames foreshore,
Haar: a cold sea fog, (colloquial Scottish). Because no one can see what happens, happens among the Haar. You find yourself along the coastline
By Tom Edgar There is a restaurant in Montmartre, a few hundred metres away from the Basilica of Sacré-Coeur, down a backstreet where the narrow
ALERT ALERT
You should see my journal, equal parts
gibberish and manifesto babyyy.
Time enough has passed,
For my eyes and ears to cool,
For my willing hands to pick a pen
Whose nib begins to drool.
Wearing her like a suit
While having dinner with her friend
And wondering if I should undress
For when this night comes to an end,
Slide her off and hang her on a chair
The ward was grey. In fact it was the most obscenely grey place I’d ever been in. The walls, the chairs, the tables, the signs, the clothes, really the only deviation was the dull flesh of the patient who was staring at me as I entered – looking through me as though I were glass.