Books by Alex MacDonald

Your Body, Actuallyfor HCThere is only so much content at handand life has become very straightforward.One option unfolds another: touch me and die.Reassuring as a sinkhole, totally.Seasons come on as a sausage restaurant,hopeful, with all its blinding trinketsand inherited imagery. No other replies needed.We are living in a post-sacred age, so it''s official,nothing is sacred. It''s official: leather pyjamas.Go away, thoroughly, where winds have worndeserts to a whistle, rocks shaped to a gesture.How many rugs were pulled from under us?And will we know a burning platform amongall this interference, this life of soft graft.