Mrs Chippy and the Pipe Shop by James Spender
Jangling the bell attached to the frame as she pushed open the door, Chippy felt a certain coolness around her whiskers. With one swift movement of her brain she realised; this was it. The musty […]
Jangling the bell attached to the frame as she pushed open the door, Chippy felt a certain coolness around her whiskers. With one swift movement of her brain she realised; this was it. The musty […]
She’d stayed in Barcelona because of him. Unpacked her suitcase into his closet. Stayed in his empty boy-room. Filled the space with her: her clothes, shoes, books. Her smell. He said he liked it. They […]
“What can be done with one substance must never be done with another. No two buildings have the same purpose. Nothing can be reasonable or beautiful unless it is made by one central idea…A building […]
This trembling world Rocking back and forth Hanged by the immovable Fear of its impossible history. News stokes the fire of the day In a tarnished memory display Fragile and casual, left on This, […]
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