I never heard you from the river. How could I hear your call? Sometimes you didn’t understand me. I brought grey bread to an old …
St Wulstan’s
This nature reserve was once an infirmary for American soldiers, then a TB sanatorium in the fifties, finally a psychiatric unit from sixty-one until asylum …
Inventing the Other
A walking question mark, eyes set on a dead Jerusalem, his right hand pumping some terrible piston, up the lane, past the stagnant pond, into …
