Nascosti Paroli ― ‘Static’ by Robin Robertson The storm shakes out its sheets against the darkening window: the glass flinches under thrown hail. Unhinged, the television slips its hold, streams into black and white then silence, as the lines go down. Her postcards stir on the shelf, tip over; the lights of Calais trip out one by one. He cannot tell her how the geese scull back at twilight, how the lighthouse walks its beam across the trenches of the sea. He cannot tell her how the open night swings like a[...]
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