You open your eyes and there it is. A spark. You can feel it. It’s tiny. But it’s enough. The beauty of new…
“Her name was Lola, she was a showgirl.”
Dark, strange journeys of the earth, the sun’s touch, the smell of violet coloured evenings…
I watch her sleep, curled up next to me. She has come into bed with me from her own room. This is The Thing we do. She has…
