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Last exit to Luton

He’s a real man, you can tell, all plushy skunk and a dog you’d do well to avoid. Aaron’s twenty-three; says he could wear my moony face as a pendant, calls me tweety-bird. I hang around his neck and Aaron drives. He’s taking me out to get buzzed at a club. I’m wearing white denim, spotless as […]

Corkscrew Hill Photo

All afternoon she counts the sounds until the fly-specked room crackles with silence. Even the song thrush noteless. A thick drizzle trickles rivulets down the window pane, smears distance on fields, curtains-off hills and greens the sagged thatch, aches in the creaking gate and screws watering eye to misting glass: a hearse skids slowly up […]

The Day the Deer Came

The suburbs dream of violence. Asleep in their drowsy villas, sheltered by benevolent shopping malls, they wait patiently for the nightmares that will wake them into a more passionate world. – J.G. Ballard Ivy ran wild in the airing cupboard; it filled our cavity walls, absorbed our tap water and strangled our systems. The boiler […]

Love on a Night Like This

Outside, air is balancing itself. We can hear branches in motion, some twigs breaking, wires like violin strings, trees breathy as bass flutes. The acoustics of friction. The science of equilibrium isn’t at all easy. Effort is needed to walk against the wind. Love isn’t easy. Something – a plastic pot or a chair – […]

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