The Good Hostage Handbook
Angels and the Theory of Knowledge
The Art of Being Good
In Various Scenes Unobserved
The small rocks at the base of mountains
BUSH
There is a little thrill in killing
IVY
She sucked his life from him
ACORN
The spade rusts
On the banks of the Twyi
Come, child, see the sun as it moves to sleep
TREE
Your arrival, and I must leave
Allegedly, it's logic
PING!
We try but the rhythm is disturbed, the floor ripped open
The occasional Chinese
I stink, therefore I am.
Marmalade
Translating it back to Welsh
Betty, hush a while, for I have in me a...
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