Autobiography

“I think I’ve found a house,” he messaged me from Bath. “I took some pictures on my phone. See what you think.” In a translation office in Paris,...

You are that rising shimmer seen during last summer’s wonderful, hazy days grown in dancing moonlight and blessed on reedy, tranquil lakes by pure...

Even now I sometimes write them off. My Dad. My Mum. A quandary. However much I try to rage. It doesn’t seem to work. Yeah, they fuck you up. Your...

When all is said and done Let there be light, enough That we might Imagine the distance We have failed to unravel When all is said and done Let there...