September 2010

The fatal snail

I was pulled over by the police on the A17 a few days ago. “You haven’t done anything wrong,” they said – which shows how little they know me. “Just talk to that nice lady over there. If you want…

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Failing fire

In these soft, grey, collapsing January days where dawn and dusk meet on main street at noon too weak, too low to draw their weapons and life seeps away like air from a pricked balloon, the fire fails: faint flames…

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