Bel Wallace

      The New Owner Meets The Duende in the Old Barn Last night, in the stone barn behind the house I met a duende, knee-high, Bigfoot stomping, Spluttering gobbledigook. ‘What’s your problem, Duende?’ I asked. Perhaps a touch Patronizing. ‘You, you,...

Rahana K. Ismail

      Evening Lists Inadequacies unreels our slippages. My daughter             kaleidoscopes supermarket-aisles              in the apartment lift monotone. Squirrelling through     the doorway, she pictures what to; I don’t....

Caroline Sylge

      Weekend Work Do Tina and I are circling the room at speed wrapped in white table cloths. Who knew this was what we came here for? We are tiddly after a day of contributing — to workshops in small groups, structured chats on the sunny lawn — by...

Tom Vowler

      Tuition F taught me to walk and, later, to check twice that no cars were coming. R taught me girls can do everything boys can and more. B taught me to find heart shapes in clouds. M taught me how to play an F# minor. J taught me to watch the ball...