A plastic Jesus is showing me his cartoon heart. He is crying dryly and smiling, opening the flesh like curtains. There are no ribs in there, just...
I would like to apologise for the afternoon when, while retrieving my favourite fold-out stripy chair from the shed which you organised so, from...
On the island’s south side a solitary town fizzes like overloaded circuitry on dark, motherboard hills. Across a sticky, smooth-tiled walkway an amusement arcade spills