Poem: Lost Time

It may be long, it may be years, Until it's gone, but then the tears, For our brief time, how cheap we sold it, Gave our minds to touchscreen altars, Made our gods of all that shined, We fit the mould, we toed the line, Chased the pretty bursts of smoke, No sense of worth,... Continue Reading →

Book Review: Swann’s Way

This book took me three years to finish. On my first attempt at Volume One of Marcel Proust’s epic masterwork, À la recherche du temps perdu, I failed to get past page three. The writing was difficult and bland, so I gave up. Later I tried again, this time with an English translation. This was... Continue Reading →

Short Fiction: Strawberries and Manslaughter

Gavin St. Grosby was a freelance fruit picker, one of the best. He specialised in strawberries, but he could pick just about anything; it was a gift. His family disapproved of his choice of vocation; his father hadn’t spoken to him in years. St. Grosby men were traditionally either senators or unemployed anti-whaling protestors. Due... Continue Reading →

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