almost me, almost you imagine you were meant to be half of two       but disturbance                 caused absorption a rush of ... Read More

too late to hill up asparagus to blanch it, to drink tea in a Russian port in winter, torpedo the Atlantic. Reflux stains the map with the telling of your ... Read More

I wake naked in an empty bed. ‘Reuben?’ I call, but there’s no response. Anxious all of a sudden, I pull on knickers and a camisole and pad down the ... Read More