Tag Archives: Luigi Coppola

Margaret

She had swallowed loads but the red-tipped curving magnet weighed down like a magic stone She felt attracted to lampposts, scaffolding, golf clubs anything long, grey tasting of blood Sucking a paperclip fingering a coin, she slinked past every shop … Continue reading

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Stutter

They would all stutter their words if they could talk. The tablecloth would twitch, torn and tapered under itself, covering a first and only finish. The chairs would mumble about the carving into of its legs by prams pushed by … Continue reading

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