
Accidental View by Craig Dobson
A stone through glass, breaking time,shards falling, leave me in my teens again:bending to the ruined greenhouse panewhose stained wood frame could standanother coat, the few tomato plants behindnot thriving anyway, the unwound ball of stringand open bag of slug pellets, slung to one sideof the potting tray rigged up from a sheet of ply.But, as my eye comes even, I see splinteringfrom the start … Continue reading Accidental View by Craig Dobson