More specifically concerning: iffley road
Improbable places (4)
across the river.
A view (7)
a Sunday afternoon in March.
Treasons and Strategems
Towards evening the women harp on the state of Sarah’s roses and the inevitable road works and the delays which make their schedules rather more hectic than less. The details are lost amid the uneven songs of the pigeons, the beat of wings and scrape of claw on slate. The women loiter in front of […]
midnight oil
not ashes yet, or cinders.