Thursday night book club

Mary speaks like the visiting host  of a sex-toy party. She  over-seasons her talk with “ladies” (even though Paul’s always there)  pronouncing it: lay  – dizz  reversed capital ‘L’s like  little fence posts holding  up the bunting and steel  wire of her pitch as she conspiratorially  appeals to our shared  experience of stolen baths, leagueContinue reading “Thursday night book club”

Force Is it still called scaffolding  when it’s raw wooden  struts on the outside of  the building, holding  up the parts where gravity  is swinging too hard? Like the frame I was sure they  placed round the Major  Oak, alongside the  fencing to keep fingers  and feet from  touching its ancient  bark and grain? TheContinue reading “Force”