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Time on Calton Hill

Poetry
  I’m Gran holding a long receipt, her got-the-shopping gaze on hoodies in the Forth, clinker and birch, my dirt…

Bestiarii

Poetry
  One elephant has wrapped her dying Infant in her trunk Then raising him Above the mangled sand Will not…

Initiation (at Paphos)

Poetry
  The sea rang Round my seven white years. I listened to the horizon Careful To catch Aphrodite’s song. Perhaps…

It All Goes On

Poetry
  As grey dawn trickles round the sick-room blind couples on cliff tops watch the sun go down, a spear…

Goose Girls

Poetry
  They call from a childhood I never owned – two barefoot girls on the river island. Stumbling over rocks…

And These Too

Poetry
  Whatever glum comment escaped my lips in the pub may have stemmed from the fact I’d been reading how…

Chest of Drawers

Fiction
  Mercia stood in the street with the chest of drawers. It was an ugly thing, with heavy rectangular handles…

Vermilion

Fiction
  The dead man lay cradled in the woman’s arms. His flesh was grey with age, his eyes blank and…

Poets’ Tales

Reviews
  Death Comes for the Poets, Matthew Sweeney & John Hartley Williams, Muswell Press, 314pp, £12 (paperback) Foreigners, Drunks and…

One for the Dug-Out

Reviews
  The Kraus Project, Jonathan Franzen, Fourth Estate, 318pp, £18.99, (Hardback) Anyone else made vaguely uneasy by the barrage of…

The Male Nude

Reviews
  The Male Nude: Eighteenth-Century Drawings from the Paris Academy The Wallace Collection  24 October 2013 – 19 January 2014…

On The Wrong Side of History

Reviews
  The Radetzky March, Joseph Roth, trans. Michael Hofmann, Granta 2013, 320pp, £9.99 (paperback) The Emperor’s Tomb, Joseph Roth, trans.…

Poe and Me

Essays
  My introduction to Edgar Allan Poe came about courtesy of the twenty-volume Book of Knowledge, an American children’s encyclopaedia…

My London

Essays
  This is the fourth in our series in which writers describe what London means to them. Caroline is the author…

Madonna and Child

Poetry
  Don’t believe the lies: Joseph was a randy little sod. That’s why we had to leave, go back to…

Two Poems

Poetry
  Rathke’s Pouch As you read Place the tip of your tongue Against the roof of your mouth Explore the…
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