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Stories from the road

walk in the company of streams through chill evening, day's ash, grey shadows clot into understanding night a deer starts awake, hastens to hide life...

When they felled the high trees mother was delighted she lived in fear of their imminent collapse onto our matchbox house despite their wounds they...

At five o’clock in the morning you are woken by the sounds of the couple in the next room arguing and this surprises you because the previous night...

Talking to my mother is easier now she is dead - she’d put me into orbit but I was more of a spin-off - not an asteroid or meteorite on a trajectory...