The Spirit of Rust
Damian Mark Whittle
Winter
I remember another winter when the snow also fell. I was far away from home. For a week, I lay every night with another man. There was no question of… Read more Winter →
They Found it in the Snow
They found it in the snow. A night would come when it would tell its tale. Each word whispered through a mouth without lips. Damian Mark Whittle
Winter Rises
Damian Mark Whittle
Winter Revels
Damian Mark Whittle
A Fear of Slipping
Damian Mark Whittle
Follies and Fantasies
Imagination is one of the few things that is still free. With it, the overgrown spaces of the world, the ruined buildings and half forgotten follies become realms of possibility… Read more Follies and Fantasies →
Death in the Trees
Damian Mark Whittle
