Nina is sorting through laundry on the kitchen table. Streaks of rainwater darken the stiff fabric of the clothes and bedlinen and towels cr...
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
I am walking home from work. Fat raindrops spot the pavement and I put my collar up and pull my coat close against the night. I feel alert a...
Monday, October 8, 2007
The kettle shakes as it comes to a boil, steam billowing from its spout. I pour water from the kettle onto the teabag in my mug. The staff r...
Denis, Freddie and I put the finishing touches to the orange pyramid. This one is 3.5 metres tall and each side of the base measures 5 metre...
Sunday, October 7, 2007
The tree ferns grow thinly on the edge of the forest, fronds uncoiling over the tops of the narrow trunks. Placing my triceratops head again...
There is another tower of oranges in the storeroom. Next to it are slightly smaller towers of clementines, mandarins and satsumas. The tower...
Friday, October 5, 2007
Dear Carmella, Thank you for your letter. I’m sorry I didn’t get to see you on the day you left. I hope you got home okay and your family ar...
Thursday, October 4, 2007
There is a tower of oranges in the storeroom. Denis lifts crates down from the tower. I stand beside him like a foothill at the base of an A...
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
Now I am smoking a cigarette in the garden. Stars gleam dully in the night sky. Ian and Nina cuddle on the sofa, her head resting on his che...
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
Nina sits at the kitchen table, chopping potatoes for dinner. She is wearing a loose woollen jumper, the sleeves rolled back to her elbows, ...
Monday, October 1, 2007
I tell Ian about Carmella, that she has gone home and probably won’t come back. Ian watches me as I speak, occasionally rubbing at a rash on...
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