Tag Archives: Annabel Banks

I’d told you that my brain can’t capture faces, leaves me blank and reaching without context clues, some shade of hair or hat, so you waved. Thank you. It gives me a lift. Some cog connects to give pleasure from … Continue reading →

because it’s wise to keep an eye       on still-unfolding situations— they can begin to take over corners       you’d kept clean, fill cupboards meant for dusters and shoe polish       in the wrong colours. I’m not saying there’s a threat—not yet—but this … Continue reading →