Space for milk?
Falling It starts With me not necessarily realising I’ve remembered your name Quicker than the rest. Words That wring colour From grey – A post-...
Until you, (who adored more than most the bell on the baker’s door, teasing the still air of a village in outer Shropshire)
I plan to use you for the album cover of an indie-rock band I may never set up, because you demonstrate the correct blended recipe of abstraction and psycho-emotional profundity
“The examination is at an end” started that summer, with you eating Trivial Pursuit segments of pizza off the board game of our plate. You gave me a...
A street lamp clicks off; a slouching teen places tables outside Costa; traffic lights receive their morning’s first clients. All sense of sleep, gently dissolving.
start your journey from the middle - where pylons stride through carpets of oilseed rape.