Chris McDermott

Chris McDermott

Sister Hiltrude I recall the sisters as severeblack heavy vertical linesfalling from head to toe-gravitas without grace –exclamation marks and verdictsagainst my very being- what Darth Vader would look likehad he worn a wimple -sisters with odd namesand eccentric...
Chris McDermott

Chris McDermott

It leapt and spun   I paused a moment before the clear glass at the entrance to our flat, held bound by the performance on our doorstep: the breeze bore a leaf and held it aloft in spiraling upward spins, brown brittle and beautiful:   a broken leaf that...