Unlocking Letters
Reams of dead letters hide correspondence beneath purposeful cuts and folds; the contents of their written past locked tight behind the paper-thin veneer of this
"this is sixth form poetry, not Keats or Yeats"
Reams of dead letters hide correspondence beneath purposeful cuts and folds; the contents of their written past locked tight behind the paper-thin veneer of this
When gliding through our old and rusty skies, You filtered out the wheezing, blackened air; A century of progress built on lies, Now captured in
This city is alive with music, magic and dance Underpinned with an industrial heart That beats with the vibrancy of scientific discovery. From the transit
Let us begin, as with all things in Greece Where science was used to bring about peace Thales the Milesian foretold an eclipse; With the