Crocus

Baby Birch 6 minutes, albugineous

“All I want to do is write stories, make things, listen to Joanna Newsom, fuck, make babies, raise kids and puppies into happy old dogs and happy young people. I want to see everything as I am meant to whilst I still have one good eye.” And now I realise why we’re sat here without the heating on, a candle …

Woman, drinking

Chelsea Pines Inn reunion, 1998

Distant sirens, the sash window open. Amber street light making strange the white bed. “Do you remember what you used to call me?” she says, smiling sadly, as she pulls her feet under the covers. He is mid drink, and when he hears her, his drinking pace holds steady, but his eyes close. He finishes his drink. “No”, he says, …