Tag Archives: Julie Oldham

So, I’m on the stairs halfway down—or up—depending on how you see it. And I’ve just come out of the room at the top. The room is a bedroom. And I start to walk down—and I’m looking at my hands. And they’re shaking. And I see him. He’s half way up, or down, depending on […]

Alone in Barcelona, having visited the Sagrada Familia, she descended into hell but on the third day rose again. And walks to the window to see a pool of children gathering in grey light. She crawls back to bed. All morning, playground noises, waves of voices, crash on the brick of the hostel walls. Highs […]