Cows in the garden (from A.Smith)

theĀ  ashes of DH Lawrence secret maps in Inverness in 1970s ‘cycling my bike home from the station’ filled with live ants women and stallions ridiculous, glorious connection burning and impatient fury with birdsong left the poem behind it a holy place freely available the pile was going to topple birds hot dinners a woman,(…)


Lola and Lorna (from H.Mantel)

Lola began to complain in a posture of crucifixion Lola lay awake even in July she was cold rattled to a rest wasted and white her body with start white a dull bump bump Lorna was largely mute without warning these cold nights old six seater sad but upright a stone in a rude stream(…)


A leopard coughs (from A.Moorehead)

no one knows a young man in shorts the fashion alters once more a sense of plenty and well-being extra money to spend clutching hands soft-footed servants the leopard coughs in the darkness savagery and determination true excitement dies away a blue haze gathers folding over on itself in the shallows


Lips like living fire (from W.S.Maugham)

the trees grew without abandonment with faded finery, with powder and paint alarming sympathy in fear of ridicule who chance threw in his path be circumscribed   unwinking, straight eyes whose face was concealed a frivolous curiosity at length everything was ready more gray than black perfumes, the mirrors, the pentagrams   hideous tenderness round(…)


Written in mustard (from M.Atwood)

an old double bill written in mustard from one horizon to another uncarpeted wood life appeared to be going on instead of talking like a sock drawer a shadow in the background once there had been no lesbians whatever the rules the old rules fend off bearded men in hallways duties discharged somehow protected  (…)


Wrong about Mussolini (from M.Gallant)

lamps on at four the peppery smell wrong about Mussolini no one could say Irena was tired, her eyesight was poor that was all anyone asked dark mirrors a short foreign door two croissants glassed-in frayed rope on his shoulders greasy and soft like brown paper parcels tied with strings victims, flotsam scented sheers, deep(…)