When the sunlight is thrown in a certain way through horse chestnut tree leaves, I am reminded of all the times that I’ve been an aspiring cyclist. I’m reminded too of all the times that my new found enthusiasm for a life...
Read MoreThe telephone purrs ominously in my hand. I swirl the last dregs of lukewarm coffee at the bottom of the cup while sitting cross-legged on my desk chair, and stare at the pile of press releases and hand-written notes in scratchy...
Read More“I’m going to The Herb Garden on Wednesday,” I said to a friend. “Oh,” she replied, “I’ve been past there a few times. It’s the one with the rollerskating horse in the doorway, isn’t it?” It does feel like any review of The Herb...
Read More‘Of course the same thing happened to Keats, you know.’ Thinking aloud, I held a half pint of warm lager in one hand and a copy of Morrissey’s debut novel List of the Lost in the other. ‘Oh yes, he was torn to...
Read MoreSome children respond to the question “what would you like to be when you grow up?” in outlandish ways. “I want to be an astronaut,” they reply, ignoring their ingrained fear of heights; “a...
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