By: Lydia Crow I’m not sure when certain developments started to change how I felt about social media, but it was certainly several years ago now. Whereas once it was something which brought more joy than not, now it seems its primary function is to offer us platforms upon which to stand and watch…
Category: Our Girl on the Outside
Leave it there
By: Lydia Crow Leave it there, my love, Lest you disturb far more Than dust and bones And corpses of flies Who withered in the attic there During long, hot summers When the room’s dead air Was still and thick, Yet safe. Leave it there, my love, Lest you lie in bed Awake at night…