Selected Poems by Federico García Lorca
why I owned but didn’t read this book for five years (anger, depression)
why I owned but didn’t read this book for five years (anger, depression)
I’m pretty certain, as I sadly sit at my faithful kitchen table back on England’s silage strewn shores, that somewhereContinue Reading
Twenty five is not, in itself, a significant birthday. However, it does mean that one has distinctly reached an ageContinue Reading
‘Please,’ she said, wiggling her arse in apparent desperate need and pulling her red and black one piece to theContinue Reading
My second day in Athens I woke up, fully dressed, contact lenses in, on the floor. A chair I mayContinue Reading
I woke up at five thirty on my final morning in Palermo. I’d spent the evening before being highly irritatedContinue Reading
My last morning in Tunis was dedicated to finding myself a new bag, a new, large, bag in which toContinue Reading
My five day trip to Tunis was a colossal series of fuck ups. My baggage lost by the airline, myContinue Reading
Despite dandling no one on my lap, my time in Tunis (so far) has been a highspincycle of emotion. ThereContinue Reading
Casablanca felt very different to the other Moroccan cities I visited. Very European, actually, in terms not just of architecture,Continue Reading