"Looking out the window one evening, I noticed something peculiar"
The Queens Road Christmas party was a grand affair; or so it seemed from the vantage of my study. Imogen and Simon spared no expense and initiated their preparations well before the frenzied onset of Michaelmas. By the time the...
"Under the firelight, under the brush, her hair / Spread out in fiery points / Glowed into words, then would be savagely still. (T. S. Eliot)"
The spirits are departed. Wind pulls final desiccated leaves, clutching, scrabbling from their roost to litter the frozen riverbank. Turbulent waters drift dark and insistent toward the abandoned flatlands to the south. Under scrutiny, the icy hedges bear no witness...
"Perfectly plump in every way"
Out of the window, perilously spread, her soft unfettered flank is a propitious shade of ochre. Between blackened smile and Pythagorean eyes emerge soft pink folds glistening in the sun’s final rays. As shade darkens her perch, the pumpkin on...