‘If there’s a dog on the cellar steps/ I’m dreaming and there’s/ a price to pay.’

‘Is this a dream or a lie? The hippogriff canters on the grassy downs. I see its soft feathers. I avoid its cold, dark eyes’ Isaac invented his poem from using our Randomiser (pictured), then chopping up his ideas to edit into a poem.  We had long discussions about line-breaks.  Here’s the whole thing: This one is by Loreta, with its origins in tsunami and … Continue reading ‘If there’s a dog on the cellar steps/ I’m dreaming and there’s/ a price to pay.’