“Monday was a dead day, the hole in space you talk of, such a deep-damp hole as I must have fallen into when I last left you. I can hardly remember a thing about Monday, certainly not the rising and setting of the day. I don’t think I read or wrote. I remember lifting up a cushion to see if you were underneath. You weren’t. That was early in the morning, & it was after that, I believe, that I fell with a great clatter into space. After all, when you pick up a cushion to find nothing underneath – that’s a terrible surprise.”

A letter by Dylan Thomas to Pamela Hansford Johnson.
15th April 1934.


About handshedown

Keighley Perkins is a Cardiff-based poet whose influences include Anis Mojgani, Selima Hill and Richard Brautigan. Her work has previously been published in "Acumen", "Elbow Room", "Erbacce", "Fire", "Northwind" and "Obsessed with Pipework". She can also be found online on Twitter at @handshedown. View all posts by handshedown

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