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My stories


Tea Philosophy

The kettle's on, and now I've shot the glow into you on this unexpectedly yellow spring day - us holding coats and jumpers in the shock of its sudden hot coming - your undoing


And the smile that grew and vanished like hot breath on a window.

View from the Sixth Floor of an Edinburgh Library

Snowed hills: white waves breaking thickly on the horizon.

The night sky over Stepney

Night: its cross-hatching of antilight behind the eyes; its white-noise hiss of unused sound.