Kidnapped

IT was the smell which first drew Amelia towards the souk. A heady mix of sweet jasmine and piquant spices, together with another scent she couldn’t identify, combined to form something that made her

One of the greatest challenges for a poet is to find something new to say. It’s all been said before. Any poet who manages to find a truly original subject should keep very quiet about it, write the p

A round-up of recent poetry books

POSTERS for a touring circus blossomed in shop windows, and on any vacant stretch of boarding. Some were pasted on top of other posters, from many seasons ago. They were a snowstorm of colour to catch

“Hands of Saint Dominic” by Albrecht Dürer, 1506; ...

MUM?” Becky said. “When did you know Dad was the man for you?” “What? Pretty early, I think,” Frances replied, taken aback. “It’s so far in the past, I can’t remember.” “It’s important. Try and think