November light in North London at four-thirty in the evening is a Kodachrome delusion. It’s a saturated gold, bleeding but blurring at the edges, halatious, homely, glimmering, and glowing, the crushing atomic, photonic mass of fifty-six hundred Kelvin collapsing vehemently, violently, vitriolically into bruised oranges and peaches, beaten and battered. Miraculous exposure. The coldest ofContinue reading “The Last Rite of Birthright; or, A Letter to Sylvia Plath”
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the dollhouse
i carried the dollhouse, safe on my shouldersbowed but steady, beckoned with becomingbeneath shooting stars and satellites, she sat in my seatspeaking such small safeties and the softest subtletiesand as we descended the hill and passed beneath the freewaystars scattered across the river, nightlights in the baysoft sodium like glass across the banks of theContinue reading “the dollhouse”
Sasha
Sasha had frizzy platinum blonde hair, beautiful green eyes, a Slavic demeanour that left her with an aura of stubborn self-reliance, a coldness that put many first-timers off. There was a romance about her, though, and her dreary Soviet town, her fuzzy green 80s sweaters, the commie-blocks and the Brutalist architecture of her native Volgograd.Continue reading “Sasha”
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