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Her eyelashes were gummed together in twos and threes by mascara. Thick black eyeliner traced very closely the curve of her eyelids, running through...


Giving to beggars is one of the dirty delights of wealth. That pinprick of feeling as their eyes meet yours, as they greet your generosity with...

Letter from Austria

What a comedy of humanness a ski slope is! That to enjoy the beautiful snow-clad Alps we have to cover them with giant people-hauling machines,...
Gold cherry

A Postcard from Grenfell

A long conversation with a friend on the topic of recent tragedies and the gaping inequalities revealed therein inspired — or maybe required — me to...


Her again. That delicious, delirious woman who has run so many times through the entrance to my mind, dressed, always, in her mudstained,...