The Medusa Frequency

The Medusa Frequency

At three o’clock in the morning Eurydice is bound to come into it. After all, why did I sit here like a telegrapher at a lost outpost if not to receive messages from everywhere about the lost Eurydice who was never mine to begin with but whom I lamented and...
Amaryllis Night And Day

Amaryllis Night And Day

I’ve already gone into our conversation about my bird-women. That took place a few months after I asked her to move in with me and she said no. As I think of it now I know we’d have driven each other crazy but at the time her refusal shook me and I had to...
Amaryllis Night and Day

Amaryllis Night and Day

Amaryllis seemed preoccupied. ‘See you in my dreams,’ I said. That got a smile, then she drank about half her whisky and began to cry into the rest of it. ‘What is it?’ I said. ‘What’s the matter?’ She wiped her eyes, blew her...
Amaryllis Night And Day

Amaryllis Night And Day

The first time I saw her was in a dream, the colours were intense; the air was full of vibrations; everything seemed magnified and slowed down. The street lamps were lit but the sky was still light. She was waiting at a bus stop. A sign said BALSAMIC although there...
Turtle Diary

Turtle Diary

I was getting hot flashes of desperation and running about the flat picking things up and putting them down aimlessly. I wanted a rest, wanted peace, wanted the world to let me along for a bit. King Kong was playing at the Chelsea Odeon, so I went. Wonderful inside...