My love could have been a Thomas

My love could have been a Thomas From Trinity or from St. John’s We could have had our choicest fights By the fire at the Anglesea Arms My love could have been a cliff at Exmouth Or grimalkin’s stone third eye My love could have lain like fog On the sea at Lady Chapel IsleContinue reading “My love could have been a Thomas”

On the work of Kate Atkinson

When I was fourteen, I bought a copy of “Human Croquet” after reading about it in a magazine for girls (unexpected choice by the editor, I’ve come to realize). I had the original receipt for a while and jotted down the exact time, down to the minute, and place where the book was purchased. IContinue reading “On the work of Kate Atkinson”

Tweedledee, Tweedledum and Faerie Lands

For eight long years, D and I have been internet friends. We traded witticisms (well, witticisms in his case, anyway) as we chatted about Tolkien, Metallica, life, death and the importance of good beer. We kept in touch when I went to college, when he got his Master’s, when I moved to the Middle EastContinue reading “Tweedledee, Tweedledum and Faerie Lands”