Byron Rogers

But then the snow turned to rain

My daughter when small came home from school one night singing these extraordinary lines: ‘Fortune, my foe, why dost thou frown on me/ And will thy favours never lighter be?’

  • Seasonal Suicide Notes

    Roger Lewis

    Short Books, pp. 199

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