Picks of the Month
May
Ranthambore
Ranthambore Morning humidity with rising haze, sub-continental sun, indigo skies, arcane land-ship of silent voyeurs, clicking cameras and stoical...
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- 6483 reads
April
This Green Isle
DoodleWhimsy of old, remastered.
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- 6612 reads
March
the frog pond at equinox
the frog pool at equinox a pool, of deep brown velour, sumptuous folds catch clouds in reverse, a wish of sunlight tucked in at the bottom then...
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- 3277 reads
Goatie
MIASMA. That’s the word I was trying to remember. It’s all a bit stupid. It doesn’t really exist in the same way it did then as an invasive force. But you’ve still got the hangover of the word hanging like a bad smell.
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- 9209 reads
February
The Lion's Mouth - Part 1
Venice in the 14th century was a hotbed of conspiracies and intrigues. The secret police had placed lion- shaped letter boxes on the walls of the city so that citizens could inform on one another if they believed treachery was being committed.
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- 4976 reads
January
PROFILE
Frank and I were introduced at a party in Argentina, where we both had been living for some months. He was English and I was Canadian, but we were...
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She said her name was Winter
After the party, I marked her Just as the colours drained In her gelid crystal necklace Blowing out the lights And hushing the wild creatures She was...
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- 4904 reads
December
The Flat on Ashburn Hill
Another ghost story
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- 3177 reads
Barley Ghosts
Something stalks where no man ever whispered, twisted the stem after harvest here, where land has always been arable. Reaping, ploughing, sewing...
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- 3016 reads
November
The Woman on the Other Side of the Screen
I wish I didn't have occasion to write this. It is a companion piece to "The Man on the Other End of the Phone" Image is a screenshot
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- 4714 reads