Midnight, early February. Moonlight, trapped
between the snow still falling and the white earth,
is luminous from our sloped roof to the firs
that edge the common land. In the white curve
Toboggan Run
Fiona Benson
‘What would I give / to be one of those swimmers in all this snow, / swallowed by the cold and the night’s strange radiance?’
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40 years of Granta
The Silkworms
Nothing to see here!
Peace Shall Destroy Many
What made him do what he did? Could it have all been for an ice cream bar, really? Will any of us ever know?
Blue Sky Days
What made him do what he did? Could it have all been for an ice cream bar, really? Will any of us ever know?
Vladimir in Love
What made him do what he did? Could it have all been for an ice cream bar, really? Will any of us ever know?
The Transition
What made him do what he did? Could it have all been for an ice cream bar, really? Will any of us ever know? What made him do what he did? Could it have all been for an ice cream bar, really? Will any of us ever know?
