It is a gorse-yellow and golden dawn over Penn Beacon. Fresh rush and suck of the shingle beneath the shallow lap waves as they reach, keel and recoil. We roll the boat from the low trailer into the sea. Ffooks and Farrow, his cousin, on one side, Sean and I on the other. When we … Continue reading Five in the lapstrake.
[close the aperture] three boys, at the tyne’s edge, sit, in silhouette, atop some metal structure that they should not be sat atop. a gang on a gangway. their legs hang beneath them. they have liberated one of the wreaths from the gravel of the nearby merchant seamans’ memorial. they talk measuredly, loudly, as they … Continue reading close to the aperture [close the aperture]
[george] the shop was called 'the end' and had been for twenty five years. i remember though, in the beginning, for the five years before that, it was called 'scratch'. one warm evening in 2015, george, i & two former colleagues, both called philip (but known, separately, for reasons long lost to me - but … Continue reading close to the aperture [george]
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