I first noticed him on the other side of Westbury Avenue, as we both made our way to the bus stop. Even through heavy traffic I saw his brogues had an economy of movement: raised enough to avoid tripping over uneven paving stones or stepping on cracks. Later, he’d say it amused him to think… Continue reading The Anatomy of Disconnected Lines
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Cockerels That Turn in the Wind
I would stand at the top of Hillfield Park and idly watch the clouds drift across me, picking those I could from the sky. Sometimes far below I saw migratory swallows returning from a winter in Africa, flying past in perfect Euclidean formations. I’d look down on terraces of Edwardian houses and their roofs tumbled below… Continue reading Cockerels That Turn in the Wind
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