Mia Nicholls
Creative Voices: ‘like them’
Burn like her
Ride like her
Be free
He said to me
Your destiny is only beads in jars
Shaken now and again
To run the colours across your skin
And...
Creative Voices: ‘A ready made bed’
I picked up the birdI picked up sadness in a realm of peaceIt stayedThe bird leftI drunk the rest of my coffee and left...