“Accidental Narratives“: a new poem by Jack Underwood
A crab on the phone box floor; the armless mannequin on the chapel roof at dawn; the plastic toad in the office biscuit tin; three cuts…
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A crab on the phone box floor; the armless mannequin on the chapel roof at dawn; the plastic toad in the office biscuit tin; three cuts…
By Jack UnderwoodI’m not sure I remember what we did before we LOVED. Were we gherkins bobbing in our harmless jars,…
By Jack Underwood