Marsh Flower Press

a barrow for the dead won’t get the door and left-brained instincts gotten certain ***** head gone thoughtless ought a switched off groin that blinks when faced with flying arrows ***** tame and lame a ponder muse taught to think to lose all plot ***** bought cash and carry a shame cry what thought knew…

turnin’ tricks life feels beige move your eyes over to blue skies ***** move a silence on a field so green traveller caravans ***** pull back the blinds a demented witch moves the government ***** move see what’s behind wearing knickers obscene ***** move the ship around the dock movement politics on the football pitch…

Hello, my name is Nicola Winborn and this is my latest art project – my very own blog. Those of you who already know me will be familiar with my other ventures such as Attic Zine, Marsh Flower Gallery and Infinity:My ND World. However, I need another string to my bow, as they say, and…