Category: Lyrics

  • The Naming of Moths

    After the university suffered a direct attack, her research lab ground to rubble, Sofia finally accepted there was nothing left to stay for. The door of the downstairs bathroom is...

  • Araben

    He’d planned it so well. Nothing but a sort of magnetism, an instinct, an insistent pulling heaving debilitating feeling. He resumed, slowly moving the towel across her head. One step...

  • The Portobello Prize

    The judging panel consists of: Ben Rawlence (author of   City of Thorns), Sharmaine Lovegrove (film & TV scout and literary editor), Sophie Lambert (Literary Agent,   C+W), Marion Rankine...

  • Caravan of Freedom

    People gather, cell phones take aim. The Cubans, some attentive, some distracted, wait patiently for the arrival of the Caravan. Then, suddenly, silence falls. They wait with imperturbable dignity. After...

  • Soon Comes Night

    After their departure there was no reason for me to go back to Queensbury. The magazine treated the apparently throwaway stuff of pop culture – fashion, music, film and clubbing...

  • A Pinch of Salt

      Our enemies reply that nothing here is new, is news, makes nothing happen, makes it new post-factum and poems are lies; the bold face already agrees, circling the pixels,...

  • Who Is Like God

    But if she didn’t understand that, then nobody else would. I was young then, I didn’t know that it really was a love song, directed at the only being she...

  • Blue Self-Portrait

    You can’t know what kind of bond unites a driver and his car, impossible at first sighting to grasp the often complex and very personal rapport between driver and car;...

  • 700 Miles

    Then they didn’t come back for them, they left them without resources in the middle of the desert.’ Barry W. The fence is not continuous, and gaps are patrolled with...

  • On Jesus’ Son

    I relent – I will quote the last line of the book. It feels like an accident, the way the sentences arrange themselves, just so. But in Jesus’ Son is...

  • Drawing Lessons

    Very good, he says, with the authority of a doctor examining an X-ray. The future looks the same as it did two weeks ago. Be betrayed by my own body...

  • Remembering Denis Johnson

    I had never seen True West before and this experience was made all the more staggering by the knowledge that Denis had repeatedly watched this particular version of this particular...

  • Train Dreams

    Whatever it knows to do, it knows the words.’ In the dark he felt his daughter’s eyes turned on him like a cornered brute’s. All of his life Robert Grainier...