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‘There are basking sharks in the upper layers of the water – prehistoric things, nightmare-mouthed and harmless.’   A first line is ..read more
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It wasn’t until they had to paint the living room wall that they realised the Billionaire was a billionaire. Both Luna and Shiv had been ..read more
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It’s two a.m. and I am lying on my side on the landing outside my flat. I have just fallen down a flight of stairs, tumbled out of the ..read more
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for Edmund Hardy   if we are seen by the world small brown birds finding themselves making friends with hawthorn hedges pluck buds twist ..read more
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Marcy, my wife, is quiet. She rarely smiles. Days go by with no contact at all. Still, I have trouble imagining that she is truly unhappy ..read more
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At night the buildings return, silvery and solid and rising, filling in the space left in the skyline. They are monsters of steel and ..read more
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  Three poems from Un Libre Favor (An Open Gift, or Abundance)   That’s why we smelled of rust we weren’t able to get to the ..read more
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  I entered the lobby, after keying in the access code, to find a young man standing rooted to the spot in front of the mailboxes. I wasn ..read more
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I got on the train on a horrid summer day, wearing a white designer shirt soaked with sweat. My father gave this shirt to me the night ..read more
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I was woken up early by a phone call from my mother. My grandmother was dead. I pictured her sheltering me and my brother under her ..read more

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