I have the same dream, over and over Where I’m running as though I’m trying to Reach infinity Picking up the pace, across the green fields I’m running as the clock is ticking, and I must reach the sea Then I am there, the water before me A carpet of blue that reaches outContinue reading “Premonition”
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Regret
— A standalone extract from my new book, about a mad painter in Renaissance Venice. He sat, up on the terrace, beneath a cloudy night sky that obscured the stars, everything but the moon that had reached the climax of its monthly journey. Even then, he could not make out the contours of that glowingContinue reading “Regret”