“Mum's mobile was the most immoblie cell phone in the world. It often lived on the top of the bookshelf closest to the front door. It was there so she'd see it before she left the house. The trouble was,… — Catherine Bateson Copy Share Image
“I want words which are scalpel sharp and shiny; poems keen enough to gut a fish and clean it. Poems labelled not for domestic… — Catherine Bateson Copy Share Image
“Mum's mobile was the most immoblie cell phone in the world. It often lived on the top of the bookshelf closest to the front… — Catherine Bateson Copy Share Image
“I remember the morning you walked back from the sea, dirty trousers rolled, your feet pale as prisoners, poems and broken shells falling through… — Catherine Bateson Copy Share Image
“You feel so overwritten you're like a palimpsest; the original girl almost lost under years of scrawling yet you nurture an illusion of beauty,… — Catherine Bateson Copy Share Image
