Amy Glynn: Ketamine Redwoods

Yesterday, while on extended hold with an appliance store, I deleted dead people from my Contacts...

Bishop’s persona is part she-moose, part bus; part warrior-fish, part oily vessel; part pastoral idyll, and part atomic bomb...

The cool shadow of the fig-trees in the yards, with the whiff of that queer smell, heavy with romance, of wine-saturated oak and crumbling plaster; I know with a little stab of joy that this is Italy...

In philosophical treatments of friendship, it can often be elevated to the highest form of human relationships, even if its perfect form is rare...

When I worked in a second-hand bookshop the thing that chiefly struck me was the rarity of really bookish people...

Elizabeth Bishop explored Brazil extensively, making trips down the Amazon, traversing the tropical rainforest with Aldous Huxley...

thank you for apple peelings in the wastepaper basket...

The pair fly to Japan where they discover the virtual world conjured via the internet does not reflect reality...

Inside St Mary’s Church in Gdańsk stands a Clock of Everything. At fourteen metres, it was the tallest clock ever built when Hans Düringer completed it in 1470...

It couldn’t possibly be that I was actually missing the ebb and flow of office life, could it?

It's poetry where the Punk finds their way out of the mosh pit and into the solo business of writing poems to make sense of it all...

A parenthetical phrase (like this one) may refer to things outside of it, parts of the sentence it inhabits (say)...

Important as the soup is in To the Lighthouse it is never identified, never seen as “beautiful red soup” or “eternal” tomato soup...

There is a great tree in Sussex, whose cloud of thin foliage floats high in the summer air...

It is vain to try to write unless you feel strong in the knees...

At the time of the dooms in the third quarter of the Reaper’s Moon, in the island of Britain...