McMillan It’s pissing it down in Liverpool. Dark. Cold. Only thin denim jacket with holes. Stupid shoulder bag […]
Category Archive: essay[s]
I want to take you back to a moment I experienced about eight years ago. It’s a few […]
Kit and Gary, sitting in a tree, E-D-I-T-I-NG. True story, apart from the tree – Influx Press work […]
Last winter, I sat in a juice bar in Chapora, the last sketchy enclave of Goa, grateful that […]
“We were equals; we both had our glasses filled at the same time and regarded the other with […]
All the profound weight of the European tradition of slim volumes sits upon this slight book, which nestles […]
“A dying person was well watched.” The Green Fool, P. Kavanagh. • And yet what nonsense this notion […]
Maria’s words are elegant, italic. My own are clumsy, straight. ******** Bell persists in duty: May I change […]
It comes down to drift. Direction, velocity, the forces that impose both. Just a few decades ago, a […]
The only Mai Tai my father will drink is a Trader Vic’s Mai Tai. 1 whole lime squeezed […]
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