by Liz Baker | 7 May, 2013 | Creative Arts
Having been contracted into the church, it proceeded to work on moulding me, shaping me in the image that the men of the church considered the one to aspire to. My opinions in the matter were of no interest to anyone. Not even me. I was uncritical. I believed whatever...
by Liz Baker | 7 May, 2013 | Creative Arts
Two lovers “spooning” fully dressed in a bare looking room: a bed, a radiator; that’s all. The scene is dominated by drab, all permeating shades of brown; the woman’s red jumper the only promise of warmth. It’s the late afternoon. The sun is struggling to light up the...
by Liz Baker | 7 Apr, 2013 | Creative Arts
I’m a trolley dolly its wheels are my best friends I trundle down the corridor and stroll from end to end I’m a trolley dolly like twins who’ve just been hatched with valves and clips, lumens and lines we’re very much attached The birth was quite traumatic with cuts...
