Between the Lines

Between the Lines

John had always found women hard to read. Some favoured long, looping fonts, a copperplate calligraphy like wedding invitations.

Body as a Single-Family Home

Body as a Single-Family Home

My ribcage must be the foyer, all high ceilings and wasted space and a place for the air to circulate. Small voices echoing off the walls of my lungs.

Appeasement

Appeasement

I’m late downstairs for breakfast and find Charlotte has already mauled today’s Manchester Guardian, folding it clumsily to the small ads.