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Drip, drip, drip

There’s something highly disconcerting I think (though I won’t go so far as to say disturbing) about entering the home of a close neighbour for the first time. One night, early on, just after teatime, circumstances required that I visit…

Cleo and the Sea

Is love a practice or a place?  And where does it go, when it comes?   "Paco came from the sea," she said.  It was all she had ever said. Long before the wind was captured.  Before a word was ever spoken.  Before darkness became…

Draw’n to the River

The glow of the screen was the only light in the room. Its hollow light fell onto his fingers,  hovering over the keyboard, giving them a slightly ghostly hue. “Please,” she said, almost  whispering, cringing a little, as she…