author: Alistair Stewart

  • ARTS AND CULTURE

    Man versus wind

    • Alistair Stewart
    • 27 March 2012
    4 Comments

    The day has no front teeth, it raves in the street, it is grey as a tap, a murky x-ray of a multiple trauma. The front door keeps whistling old songs about going away ... these hinges hate me, not one screw will stay put. They are moving out.

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