LHinLiterally LiteraryMultitudesLate now and the street lamp gives everything a brand new light. Slightly jaundiced, needing vitamins. The bulb curves down like the…Mar 9, 2017Mar 9, 2017
LHinThe Writing CooperativeThe Perfection of ImperfectionI have this theory about expression, about how self-consciousness kills it, takes away all truth. How we must write without the…Mar 3, 2017Mar 3, 2017
LHinInvisible IllnessA Motion PictureThe sun is coming through the window and it feels good. The light is different today, more like the dark, because the heat on my face makes…Mar 1, 2017Mar 1, 2017
LHPurgatorySometimes there is a dead feeling in me. Like there is nowhere else for me to go but here, and this must then be death. It is a temperature…Feb 13, 20171Feb 13, 20171
LHinLiterally LiteraryRevelationIt was dark and I was half asleep. I thought I was awake but the time was moving quicker and my body was still empty. There is something I…Jan 26, 2017Jan 26, 2017
LHinLiterally LiteraryReplicateAnother memory: a long drive and a farm beneath the threat of a volcano. Two cars are pulled up and they stop with the familiar fear of…Jan 10, 2017Jan 10, 2017
LHinLiterally LiteraryTalkI don’t know who I am, he says, hours before leaving.Jan 9, 20171Jan 9, 20171
LHinLiterally LiteraryShellsA man on television last night recounting a story about his late wife: she couldn’t bring herself to face the outside, her entire body…Jan 3, 20172Jan 3, 20172
LHinLiterally LiteraryEROSIONI have this dream or plan, it is a dream of mine to go to the sea, to the place where the land joins the sea and find those cliffs where…Dec 22, 20161Dec 22, 20161
LHA SINGLE TIDEThere is a picture of a beach, a purple beach turned that colour by the night, and the sand is covered with the dead or the dying. The…Dec 20, 2016Dec 20, 2016
