There was a long stretch when I didn't seem to be dreaming. Certainly, I couldn't remember any dreams when I woke in the morning. I can't pinpoint when this began, but it bothered me. There'd been a period, many years ago, when I'd kept a dream diary of sorts, but I'd fallen out of the …
Tag: Josephine Corcoran
underground reading
One of the few up sides of my enforced break from cycling was the extra reading time on the journey to and from work. I found poetry particularly suited to short bursts of reading, and also loved how individual poems could quickly plunge me into a completely different emotional and linguistic space to the squash …
