by Emma-Jane Barlow | May 8, 2013 | Poetry
Hooded figures, emerge as daylight disappears. Dissatisfied with ice-cold steel to sit upon. Waiting, eyes darting. Is that the one? No. Thudding beats – individual ears. Sheeted glass walls, freshly black paint fumes. I study a young girl half naked in the winter...
by Emma-Jane Barlow | Feb 21, 2013 | Uncategorized
So yesterday something unexpected happened. I guess I finally realised how horrible some people can be. I mean what sort of person would purposefully hurt someone else, a stranger, someone they had never met? Well, these people exist and I am ashamed to say this...