Monthly Archives: September 2015

Lost in the Woods

Otherwise the commute is hard going. Harder than hard. The days are long enough. Usually it’s music. Your own music. As far as anything really is your own music these days. But still, you’ve salvaged something: the running order at … Continue reading

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The City Within the City

An abridged extract from the novel Look At What You Could Have Won: The whole city was running into the canal.  The drips on the windows of the apartments had long since turned to shiny streaks, illuminated by interior lights, … Continue reading

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“All I am is a cipher…”

An interview with Northern Quarter’s Stephanie Sez. Extract from the novel Look At What You Could Have Won. “It’s a quarter to two in the afternoon and I’m making my rather leisurely way down the Rochdale Canal on board The Lass … Continue reading

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Field Report

With her subtle breathing apparatus engaged, the researcher perched upon a fragment of dry-stone wall, the dust settling on her protective suit. Having assembled screen shots of all the relevant sources upon her visor, she sent them arcing onto the … Continue reading

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Revolutions Per Minute

Needle. Groove. The room, the city spins. I spiral ever closer. Accelerate. Decelerate. I stand stone still in St Peter’s Square, eyes closed, the ground beneath me gone, gone, gone. Oxford Road, Whitworth Street run out from underfoot and I … Continue reading

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The Disconnect: Unthink

Even though the restrictions were lifted, there was everywhere yet nowhere to go. Barricaded into our place of refuge, it took a child’s naivety to sneak through the hastily erected obstacles, arranged to prevent access but also to look as … Continue reading

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Beneath the ceiling, below the floor.

Beneath the lip of the street, below the cracked edge of the kerb, our shadows are scorch marks in the nuclear white of the walls. Down here in the half light we have assumed new forms. Footsteps, like bass notes, … Continue reading

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