This is the card I chose for you: Turner’s The Fighting Temeraire, one of your favourite paintings in the National Gallery. The last time we went there, when you were still well enough to come up to London, we sat in the room for a long time looking at it. An old warship being towed […]
The Fighting Temeraire
This is the card I chose for you: Turner’s The Fighting Temeraire, one of your favourite paintings in the National Gallery. The last time we went there, when you were still well enough to come up to London, we sat in the room for a long time looking at it. An old warship being towed […]
Wildflowers Thrive in the Verge Where I Contemplate the Disintegration of a Pheasant
So perfect on the grass. So perfect in death. Bashful sunlight covets his dark-flecked copper, bronze, gold. Shimmering teal and turquoise neck, impossibly angled. Yellow-bead eye in red velvet. He feels unbearably soft, chilled by morning mist. If I lift him, he’ll fly. Spin round and round until his giggles wobble. Skinny legs twirling like […]