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As the magnetic resonance flashes up an imageof zeros and onesconverted to an imageon a computer screenso I can seethe chambers of my brainI ask now ‘Am I only... Continue reading at MasticadoresUSA. I have been writing a lot about life and death recently. Perhaps it is because of the pandemic, which has brought this topic... Continue Reading →
Here we all are at the edge of this very moment, so desperate to feel something, anything at all, that we romanticize everyone and everything around us. Falling into each other and obsessing about the past, to avoid looking into ourselves, as we fall off the edge of this very moment, onto the edge of... Continue Reading →
Incontinent we come into this world;incontinent we leave it:defenceless, cradled inour mother’s arms. Trailing clouds of heavenstreaks of sunsetstreaming down the cheeksof those whose hearts we leave love-lorn. And those who find themselves unloved, incontinentare cradled in a heavenly embrace they left this world too soonor lingered, too-long lonelytheir footsteps arenot difficult to trace by One who... Continue Reading →
One of the few failings of my undergraduate English Literature Course was that the creators of the syllabus interpreted English Literature not as Literature written in English, but as Literature written in England (or Ireland, Scotland and Wales.) To study American Literature written in English, you had to take a separate course in 'American Studies,'... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, I had A Bad Day. It was the day all of our worldly possessions (apart from a small car-load which we will take with us on our journey next week) were loaded on a van to be taken to Slovenia in advance of our move. Suddenly, I found myself beset by doubts: What if... Continue Reading →
Experiments in Fiction 