
The Death of Blake
The bed had been positioned deliberately near the window so the artist had a view…
The bed had been positioned deliberately near the window so the artist had a view…
The leaves of Greenwich Park were the soul of Autumn as I walked slowly up…
On 55th West between 8th and 9th Street I just miss getting mugged. I hear…
It was Saturday morning. Maher was lying in bed. He had just woken up. It…
I hadn’t heard from you since Wednesday, the morning before you flew to Copenhagen. You’d…
ABOUT A GIRL AND HER DATE OF BIRTH Once upon a time, there lived a…
My father was a French lumberjack. That’s just a joke. People don’t always know I’m…
I can barely make out Richard´s handwriting on the piece of torn paper. “Second left”…
“Il y a longtemps,” I repeated. “A long time ago.” My French felt clumsier every…
Margaret didn’t like Walls, so why had she agreed to go walking with him in…
Try to envisage Odysseus, on stiff headland, on the Western Atlantic coast of Ireland, tilling…
My arse was born before my head. I’m told I shouldn’t remember, but I do. …
Awarded one of the Tidiest Towns in the nation, the place was profoundly inept and…
For my Aunt Josie. Mamma died today, last year, at this very hour. I took…
They’ve been protesting now for three weeks outside the closed factory. I have to walk…
I see everything as if it were under a magnifying glass, so clear that it…
In the morning before waking, I dream of vast empty plains of flatland and red…