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Blade of Bread

Poetry
  Nothing goes inside this tank, It’s called a bank. Not even the pay Which used to flow Like the…

Time and Tide

Poetry
  He asks his carer Where did last Thursday go? She answers Time’s peculiar as she empties water from the…

Bare

Poetry
  Smoking, she stutters, ‘I wish I’d never been born. I’m too soon in this world, not of this time.’…

Moth

Poetry
  For my father, 03.08.01 A moth ticking, persistent. The fluorescent tube hot, long, white overhead, my head bent till…

What Time Is It?

Poetry
  On the pear tree at six the blackbird speaks. He talks of no creation that we, translated to his…

The Man from Perugia

Poetry
  Pietro di Cristoforo Vannucci kept a bowl Of herbs which flourished by his window. Morning light Discovered him in…

Friends

Poetry
  We look at each other through glasses, now: Your mouth’s ravines match mine. The cross-hatching of your cheeks is…

Museum of Flight

Fiction
  A young man works alone in a sparsely furnished office, tapping at a computer keyboard. He wears dark wool…

Out There

Fiction
  Although, from time to time, the Cathedral College Fathers loudly professed their faith in the miraculous, they seldom ran…

Napoleon’s Teddy Bear

Reviews
  Stanley Kubrick’s Napoleon: The Greatest Movie Never Made, Alison Castle (ed.), Taschen, 1112pp, £44.99 (hardback) When we were thirteen…

Among the Lost People

Reviews
  Train to Budapest, Dacia Maraini, Arcadia Books, 400pp, £11.99 (paperback) ‘To be a survivor it’s useful not to be…
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