Picks of the Month

When my father died, I asked for the body and they put it in a bag. It was a lot heavier than I thought; I had imagined a certain weight, I had scoped it out in my mind, but for some reason it turned out to be much heavier.

Rooks Past the backbone’s second hump and hollow hawthorns, a foam of brackish snow and distant light. I heard them first, a row of hanging rooks –...

I’ve taken to running around the field behind my house - you might not call it running - but there is an element of privacy the field affords which...