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One of those desiderata things. I made the image at canva.com (I know, quality design, eh?)

Chapter 30 Sweet are Joys of Home Pure and sweet for they Like Dews of Morn and Evening Come To Wake and Close the Day I will try to give a flavour...

2. So: the apocalypse. You don’t expect to be ever actually living through it. You don’t think it happens to real people. This happens to characters...

Now this IS very old. I spent a whole, hot summer in Sevilla (learning to be a TEFL teacher, as we were called then) before I moved out full time to Spain the year after. From June to September everyone in the city stays up until 4 a.m. because it's too hot to sleep. On rare occasions there'll be a cloudburst, many people just stay outside, for the rain never lasts long. The city does look wonderful in the moonlight. Image source Wiki-commons licence CC-A SA 4.0 Bocinaplatea is the original uploader, but there's no link now.

Something in the Room is a piece about my personal relationship with darkness and despair, and my battle with anxiety. Written in second person.

You left and didn't even tell me. I don't know why you left. I know it was probably my fault but I'm really...I don't know...sad, disappointed, angry...

Hamish gave up trying to count his coins and handed the taxi driver a ten pound note. He waved away the change, slid out of the taxi and slammed the...

Frank on Parole after Tom Waits Frank despairs at the untuned ukulele. The solitary instrument of desperate men. He’s up next with poems dipped in...

I want the sun to gobsmack me on the arm not just scoot across each section of skin – not cool if my tan shows up in different shades.