The Disconnect

It's Always Christmas In The Attic

Hello, hello, hello! We are here again, at the disconnect. let’s start with a poem from the Christmas zine ‘It’s Always Christmas In The Attic’ followed by a reading of the poem and then a newsletter read and some pages from the zine itself! Plus a little secret which I can’t tell you about because if I do, I’ll be burned at the stake.

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THE TABLE IS FULL

and our hearts follow suite

almost in rebellion -

and the room expands its walls

so it can hold more

of our laughter.

Time holds its breath

trying its best

to help us savour it

but cannot shake

the weight of the truth.

It knows that whenever

this moment comes to an end -

it will always be

too soon.