Three Poems by P. A. Morbid This detritus of brick, forlorn and crumbling buildings. Somewhere, unseen among the empty streets, roads lumpy and cracked, the ghost of industry hides. Monday 17th of September 2018 Saltburn Station Jackdaws rise black against grey their harsh cawing beautiful in the rain. Friday 29th of September 2017 Earthbound, the weight of your expectations was always greater than your ability to achieve them. Sunday 6th of January 2019About the Author:p.a. morbid lives in Middlesbrough, runs The Black Light Engine Room Press & is a local historian. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Published by fragmentedvoices A small, independent press based in Newcastle-upon-Tyne, UK, and Prague, the Czech Republic View all posts by fragmentedvoices
