“ ...and when we die we die alone I cry, I cry aloneLike a piece of stone I am thrown into the wavy ocean of lifeto atone...to atoneOnly to atone... Munia Khan
“ A poet can imagine an iceberg singing a melancholic song while the world leaders find it difficult to imagine proper solution to global warming. Munia Khan
“ I am sad, like the hot dust on the streetsAnd the music of fresh fallen leavesCaught in a sliding summer breeze. Scott Hastie
“ The next thing Jordana says makes me realize that it's too late to save her. "I've noticed that when you light a match, the flame is the same shape as a falling tear." She's been sensitized, turned go… Joe Dunthorne
