Picturehouse Darkness is the wave that carries us crashing, crashing onto this beach where scared young girls wander barefoot, dressed in pale vests, move like dancers with thumb-bruised arms. Darkness is the wave that plunges us, lank-haired and middle-parted, always staring straight ahead at a family man gone bad/ loner with a grudge/ blinds lit … Continue reading ‘Picturehouse’ by Charlotte Gann