Poems by Andrew Scott

The Ghost I used to be a ghost, pale shell of my former and current self. My skin was white. Shiny without a hint of a tan colour, even after hours in the piercing sun. Skin used to cling to the bones in my body, showing all that was underneath. No amount of foods would … Continue reading Poems by Andrew Scott


By Marc Craver Two swans two ducks and a seagull sit on the quai where the two rivers meet They don't talk to each other but they seem to be saying something it seems to be important but whatever it is it doesn't involve me. I kept walking past the drunks who sat on the … Continue reading THE SOANE AND RHONE