
Chutney
Head down, nose in a book, I didn’t see the impact as the window shattered and the shards of glass … Continue reading Chutney
Head down, nose in a book, I didn’t see the impact as the window shattered and the shards of glass … Continue reading Chutney
On Grafton Street in November,We tripped lightly along the ledgeOf a deep ravine where can be seenThe worst of passions … Continue reading Walking on Ice
It was clearly a well practiced routine, careful, elaborate and worthy of a Japanese tea ceremony. First newspaper was spread … Continue reading The Night Train from Rostov-on-Don to Moscow
I have, in my loft, a box of keepsakes – old tickets, football programmes, postcards and letters, an ancient packet … Continue reading The All-Russian State Library of Foreign Literature