By Richard Mather What is amazing is not that my corpse was contracted and compressed into the earth’s dark matter (while my grave went...

By Richard Mather An olive grove. Night. The sound of approaching footsteps. SOCRATES: ‘Swounds! A dark day for strong flowers and cool...

By Richard Mather It is dark. And cold. Now I shiver. But I am calm. And now it has begun. Despite the waiting. I am past caring. It is...

By Richard Mather Carlotta was riding on a Manchester-bound train, with a copy of Eliot’s Four Quartets in her left hand. She was gazing...