He’s carrying a wooden stake and gesticulates savagely at someone who’s chasing him. He runs past us, down the alley and vanishes into a maze of tower blocks. We, the audience, are not queuing to see this […]
Of Human Jam, on the Regent’s Canal There’s a poem by Tomas Hardy, bout a lady and a strumpet, and her fear that in the cemetery their bones would mix indecently. “There’s not a modest […]
I am a dog A wet dog in the inclement night. I am a crow A black crow in the purple storm. I am a cat A grey cat invisible in the hungry […]
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