Author Archives: perfectsublimemasters

A gift of New Year: this subtle invasion, the makings of peace. We watched the quiver of the yellow flames during their downward drift, jellyfish bobbing across the night’s ocean. We sipped brandy against midnight air, a boozy welcome to … Continue reading →

Who knows what we wanted, from those hustlers and nobodies, sealed in their digital eternities as Second Zombie, Tattooed Bandit Bearded Killer, The Mighty Vood. ‘You could have had the world but instead I’ll have your eyes!’: there’s an epigraph … Continue reading →

Remember how I brought those plants down from the city perched in the front seat of a hire car which you had to drive? The road cleaving ancient earthworks. Magnesium light crinkling on distant sea water. The car loaded up … Continue reading →

The mania of days. Who said that and what route did we take? Soho is a tangle of crowds, its sides cube into corners, and the directions are obscured towards the midway point. He lived in the Fitzrovia flat, of … Continue reading →

Small chores are a lesson in new responsibilities, a connection to the world. Weeding is her favourite: the blown seed blooms into poppy and dandelion in the paving edges, a gift from the bird table and autumn wind. They slumber … Continue reading →