“I want words which are scalpel sharp and shiny; poems keen enough to gut a fish and clean it. Poems labelled not… — Catherine Bateson Poetry 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… — Catherine Bateson Cell phone 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… — Catherine Bateson Morning 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… — Catherine Bateson Beauty Copy Share Image
