‘Christopher’ by Roz Goddard

Christopher Oh, Christopher, believe me, I’m with you; it’s hard being ordinary, with a surfeit of feeling that won’t elegantly form itself. Inadequacy of thought, of sensibility is a grave handicap in this writing life we have chosen. Every day the same: stumbling in the alleys looking for a gift out of there, lost again in a dark city. I understand why you chose killing … Continue reading ‘Christopher’ by Roz Goddard