Monthly Archives: September 2010

Please, do not take my photograph. It is not the wayward tooth, or the botched parting in my hair, or the fist-shaped hollow that makes an empty coat of my chest. It is not this tell-tale beard. None of these … Continue reading →

Groping for change at the meter, I find, with a frisson of fear, the right amount – to the penny – amongst the fluff; detect, in the clever clunk of coins, something final. You, outside the surgeon’s room, prone in … Continue reading →