I am a Camera – Paul Farley’s The Dark Film
I was content to sit on the pebbles, lit by the heatless fluorescence of the winter sun and enjoying the …
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This must be underwater love – Richard Meier’s Misadventure
Cleaning the roof of my narrowboat one morning, I slipped and cartwheeled into the Thames. Despite my love of rivers, …
Take up your cross and follow me – Andrew Motion’s The Customs House
If you’re ever on the A34 near Basingstoke, then consider stopping at Burghclere. The main road is unchanged since painted …
Me and my shadow – Egg Printing Explained by Katy Evans-Bush
With a jolt I realised that I was standing at the foot of my own grave. Sergeant John Field, 1803339, of …
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 …
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 …
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