‘Gravity’ by Alan Buckley

  Gravity by Alan Buckley The aerialist swings up and out, beyond the proscenium arch. She reaches the dead point of pure weightlessness, hair rippling outwards, lets go of the corde volante. We catch our breath: for a heartbeat body and rope are floating apart, electric air between them. Later, she’ll smile – Whatever you choose to think, I cannot fly. I fall professionally – … Continue reading ‘Gravity’ by Alan Buckley