by Maria Stadnicka / January 21st, 2018 I always arrive late for everything.Stuck in a traffic jam by the docks,missed Noah’s boat butsurvived under wateraccidentally trapped between stolen booksby a word heavier than a stone,lighter than a feather. Hidden in the overcrowded wooden train carriage,radicalised by the anonymity of my blue name-tag,with a heart growing … Continue reading Uranium Bullets | Dissident Voice