Florida
Ghosts and EmptiesI have somehow become a woman who yells, and, because I do not want to be a woman who yells, whose little children walk around with frozen, watchful faces, I have taken to lacing on my running shoes after dinner and going out into the twilit streets...
A Hipstory of Hop
It's been a while since I broke out the mixing software (I use Audacity just in case anyone else fancies a go), but thought I'd pull together some bits and bobs with hip hop beats and see how it went. Best you judge for yourself... Credits to all the artists, and no...
In A Station Of The Metro
The apparition of these faces in the crowd; Petals on a wet, black bough.
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His mother continued: From the look in your eyes, Archie, I gather you've forgotten about Amy, but back when you were three and four, you had quite a crush on her. Once, when we all went to the Schneidermans' apartment for a late-afternoon Sunday dinner, you and Amy...
A Walk On The Wild Side
‘Papers’ – the man held out his paper-taking hand without looking up. ‘Aint the newsboy,’ Dove explained. The man glanced up, then wished he hadn’t. Before him stood something in a pitch helmet off a Walgreen counter, share-croppers’ jeans, sunglasses, a dollar watch...