Monthly Archives: March 2015

I used to dream a lot, or; The Snooker Poem

I used to dream a lot, or; The Snooker Poem but now I don’t much, not anymore. I find myself bowed over a snooker table, ______getting beaten fairly, carefully. A hushed gallery climbs around me, dense with the mute dust … Continue reading

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