The town where I grew up was small, ugly and smelled like burning blood. Most of the dads and  a lot of the mums and heaps of the ...

Some injudicious thoughts about this city. Nothing else can be written. I perch in my flat on top of the Square at that dullest hour be...

So many words to say now he'll never say though he feels their weight in silence, though he needs their meanings, he knows he won...

If you have linen women, raspberry women Red and thick of the mouth, with dock-leaf women (Little light foxy spores – mind them, such wo...