Flowers in a birdcage…

Yet we need rules so that we don’t harm others.

I found a tiny birdcage and so I planted a plant in a small pot and put it inside. I have hopes of a climbing plant growing around the bars of the cage.

I am expecting an old friend in half an hour. I haven’t seen him in twenty years. He is the younger brother of a boyfriend. I use boyfriend loosely as although we were exclusive for the most part, we never declared our relationship and I often felt manipulated. He expected me to know when he was going to arrive.

He left for Italy and I left for the rest of the world.

By Chrisssie Morris Brady

I've read poetry since I was nine and have written creatively since I was fourteen (probably long before that). After writing book reviews and social comment, I decided I wanted to write poetry. I have no formal training, but I surround myself with poets and their writing. I am honing my craft.
I have two published collections which I don't feel good about, but have been published by and other publications. I live on the south coast of England with my daughter. I am seriously ill.

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