“…it was a matter of anxious moment to her that Lisa Stillman should like her brother-in-law, or that a workman wounded in an accident should find healthy employment. She kept herself marvelously alive to all the changes that went on round her, as though she heard perpetually the ticking of a vast clock and could … Continue reading
Three hundred nights like three hundred walls must rise between my love and me and the sea will be a black art between us. Nothing will be left but memories. O afternoons earned with suffering, nights hoping for the sight of you, fields along my way, firmament that I am seeing and losing… Final as … Continue reading
she leaned back in the wooden chair against institution green walls of the college library, staring out through glass doors into the thundering night, and my struggling. wrestling the door open I dripped my way inside, only to be told ‘sorry, we’re closed, we just hadn’t locked up yet’ from one of the night guards … Continue reading
Have you forgotten what we were like then when we were still first rate and the day came fat with an apple in its mouth it’s no use worrying about Time but we did have a few tricks up our sleeves and turned some sharp corners the whole pasture looked like our meal we didn’t … Continue reading
A DAMSEL'S COMPENDIUM 