Them with smoke rings in hair. Them with longing for despair. Them with no due care. Them a little beyond repair. Them with no sense or air. Them with sour cries of, “Ugh, cliché!” from their leather armchair. Them with a wild stare. Them who fail to ensnare. Them who treat sex and death as a wolf’s beware. Them who dress up frogs in Moncler. Them.
Born and raised in the North of England, Courtenay Schembri Gray reared her head as a budding poet with a penchant for the macabre. After finding a kinship in the rich verse of Sylvia Plath, Courtenay has amassed a grand amount of publishing credits. Her poetry collection, The Maggot on Maple Street, was published by Anxiety Press in 2023. Twitter: @courtenaywrites Website: www.courtenayscorner.com
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