I am the invisible man – Olivia McCannon’s Exactly My Own Length
Rush hour is cruel to those going nowhere. To stand frozen as the city wheels about, reconfiguring itself for dinners …
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The Passionate Shepherd – Leontia Flynn’s These Days
Friends were surprised when I said that my narrowboat wouldn’t prove popular with the ladies. ‘What’, they asked ‘about the …
Breathless – David Morley’s Enchantment
Gerard Manley Hopkins was snotty about Oxford’s outskirts. In Duns Scotus’s Oxford, he reserves his praise for the ivory towers …
All you need is love – Mark Doty’s Theories and Apparitions
My childhood soft toy, a blue waistcoated Peter Rabbit, is a mess. You might expect him to be threadbare after …
For the poor and beaten down – David Caddy’s Man in Black
Perhaps the little black dress epitomises haute couture because black is the perfect foil for a dirty great swag of …
In vino veritas – Matthew Stewart’s Tasting Notes
Only someone who follows no football can understand the feelings of confusion and fear that accompany the convergence of their …
Belfast Child – Leontia Flynn’s Drives
I was standing at the counter of a Belfast tourist office watching as a biro was waved over a map. …
Howl, howl, howl! Paul Durcan’s Praise in Which I Live and Move and Have my Being
You lash out at the strange and frightening; you lack the ability to control your bowels; you’re helpless and depend upon …
You’ll never walk alone – David Morley’s The Crowd
At midday, those expecting Ian Payne’s Sunday Review show on Radio 5 Live were thrown into David Morley’s The Crowd, …
Insult to Injury – Simon Armitage’s The Not Dead
An officer, fresh from Helmand, played us the mobile phone footage: the excited chatter and the puny rifle cracks were alien …
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