Pick of the day
Posted by Sam Thornley on Wed, 28 Jan 2015
It is twilight in the Barcelona hospital. An elderly vagrant in stained dungarees lies sleeping on a bench in a urine-stinking antechamber near the exit. I shuffle around the corner, doped into oblivion. Somehow, I retain the lucidity to halt my unsteady gait before I bump into the mirror on the wall outside the security booth. I lock eyes with the figure in the mirror, and recoil with revulsion.
Story of the week
Posted by OliviaStJames on Thu, 22 Jan 2015My knock is a gentle cadence.
I wait, lifting my head to the heavens. A few clouds scatter across the sky, but the moon is full, illuminating the night. The air is sticky and humid. It feels like rain.
It’s been a few minutes, but I don’t mind waiting.
No, I don’t mind waiting at all.Read more
Poem of the week
Posted by Philip Sidney on Wed, 21 Jan 2015
This is the stone, thrown molten from a fiery heart
which took its small part in:
The Transformation of the Great Mountain.
This is the stone, compressed under frozen weight
which moved with others
to reshape the land of highs and lows.
This is the stone, buffeted and buffedRead more