Literary Vegan

I raised the bunched daisies, dahlias and peach-pink gerberas; unassuming, with burgundy eyes to the moon. A reintroduction - we had all spent the day under artificial light and in the absence of roots grounded ourselves again In lace reflection,  star to star. On this icy night  after being on show to people here we are; silent, grateful wolves petal jaws, faces silver.  LJ Ireton, 2024

Green grace, creature air is a memory in this percussive smoke of a place. The snail, the pied wagtail brave the pavement; breathing spirals and stripes with eyes - a dip and slide of redemption smaller than my palm delicate, old world. LJ Ireton, 2025