The Correspondent

The Correspondent

Gilbert’s dying. It became the whole thing. You, Bruce and Fiona, my brother, our friends, my work, the house, our life, all of that was sitting on the sidelines, but I was in the ring wrestling, bloody, half-dead, with Gill’s death. Parenting the other two, trying to...
The Sense of An Ending

The Sense of An Ending

That afternoon, he handed out a poem with no title, date or author’s name, gave us ten minutes to study it, then asked for our responses. ‘Shall we start with you, Finn? Put simply, what would you say this poem is about?’ Adrian looked up from his desk. ‘Eros and...
Wind, Sand and Stars

Wind, Sand and Stars

We are all young barbarians still enthralled by our new toys. What other meaning can our air races have? A man flies higher, runs faster. We forget the reason why. For the moment the race itself outweighs its purpose. And this is always so. For the colonial soldier...
Courting The Wild Twin

Courting The Wild Twin

Be Sceptical of the Quick Route Underneath a motorway there was once a road, underneath the road there was a lane, underneath the lane there was a track and underneath the track there was once an animal path. Hoof prints under the concrete. It is the animal path that...
The Great Gatsby

The Great Gatsby

Most of the big shore places were closed now and there were hardly any lights except the shadowy, moving glow of a ferryboat across the Sound. And as the moon rose higher the inessential houses began to melt away until gradually I became aware of the old island here...