The dim allegory of ourselves Unfolds, and we Feel dreamed by someone else — Mark Strand Everyone […]
essays
To memorize the planets in school, the teachers told us My very excellent mother just served us nine […]
Silver & Sons was housed in a tatty warehouse just off Lea Bridge Road, Leyton. Security was tight. […]
Carol and I play a new game in the supermarket, our masks over our nose and mouth so […]
‘My baby humps is sore.’ My three year old is dressed in a diaper and a pair of […]
My friend didn’t know that her ex would show up at the funeral. He sat on the bench […]
I point my five-year-old finger towards the fish, asking my father about how it got there. He stands […]
For me it begins with a weekend of moving to a new house. Prioritising the unpacking of records […]
“You snowballed me!” she said through tears. You betrayed me. You shamed me. You broke my heart. “You […]
I’ve only seen my father cry a handful of times. There’s an immediate sense of betrayal in typing […]