The old lady speaks: They gave us back a murdered land, They gave us back a sick land. I should be dead, I shouldn't be here. I went...

Under lights, the white moth does crazy spirals of distress, ever faster and more jagged. If we can restrain ourselves, and live as...

I’ve just had two days’ horror. Got a marked-up copy back from an editor yesterday, and sat down with some relish to go through it. All...

It is the sand gives birth to us - Dry grit, and thirst. The children of the riverbed Walk the chasms between granite plugs, The snouts...

Normally the collective noun for angels is choir, a choir of angels. But these ones had put aside their harps and were looking rather...

LOVE LETTER Dear London, It has been 34 years since I landed at Heathrow and found my way into your heart without money, friends or...

42 As I sit and ponder The meaning of life I wonder The purpose of our existence My mind offers no assistance Thoughts run wild and get...