I have a plastic carrier bag full of old photographs in my house. Many of them are photos taken by my father when he was in the navy. Then there are family photos
With apologies to my friends who might remember those years differently.
The last thing I remembered I was standing up, but now I was lying on my back on the floor, coming round
It’s like a hieroglyph you’re always on the verge of translating or a lover’s sphinx-like expression in bed that suggests betrayal, devotion or something in between. [1]
The first
Or ... Did we really have to go through all that for me to become a writer?
I’ve always been different. Or at least, I’ve always felt different. Growing up in the