In the black well of the silent sky, drops of moisturethat may be stars. Among the crowded houses below, perfect and imperfect strangers jostle for sleeping space.Warm air is drawn into uneasy lungs. Every bed full, and even barns and stables hold…
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I am reaching the age – or perhaps I’m past it – where you start looking back and working out what you’ve achieved in life. Early on I was aiming to be a novelist, but it was easier not to be….
When I was working as a junior clerk at the City Hall in the mid-1960s, paying council bills by using a room-sized prehistoric computer, I used to walk home, mostly. One day I was not feeling so well; so I…
I live with poor peoplewho have nothing to say:my guns are hidden in their roomsunderneath their beds I set traps for visitorsand burrow beneath fragile buildings I am innocent:I want nothing but river and sea,and death of course: that’s only natural…
Read: War zone