“You’ll most likely find him on broken ground…”
Category » Mat Joiner
“The way back’s as long as the shadow
the beeches cast from the top of the hill.”
A story of neighbours, ghosts, and “deep time” in a bottle garden.
“…But some books float, Prospero…”
Four people arrive at a derelict railway station at night, waiting for a fabled train whose journeys transcend time, life, and death.
In The Mirrors were Gardens, reflections become roses.
“The dog at her side is less familiar than excuse to trace the towpath-glyphs, scry canals…”
“Juggler of sparks, wireless-dreamer…”
In this surreal exquisite corpse, Henry goes on the run with a pistol and a magpie.