Memo from Siddhartha
by Mark Terrill If you can navigate the subway station in Hamburg–Altona climb the stairs and walk through the train station among the
Magpie Sonata
by Mark Terrill The black and white of it all; ancient majestic oak trees blasted over in the storm — entire rows of birch and poplar knocked
Blur
by Christine De Luca When a day is too short to forge a history, a shared archive, she stumbles on boxfuls, unrecorded When time concertinas
The architecture of time
by Christine De Luca The architecture of time Basilica di San Miniato al Monte, Firenze Jasmine is already fading on the wall and a
On seeing Munch’s The Scream
by Christine De Luca On seeing Munch’s The Scream Palms cupped over ears, she lets out an unholy screech; the heavens a whirl of blood–red,
It’s another day
by Christine De Luca It’s another day In the garden of the Sheltered houses she slips into each contented nap. She’s made the move from idyll of