Eli S. Evans: Is That It

thank you for apple peelings in the wastepaper basket...

The pair fly to Japan where they discover the virtual world conjured via the internet does not reflect reality...

Inside St Mary’s Church in Gdańsk stands a Clock of Everything. At fourteen metres, it was the tallest clock ever built when Hans Düringer completed it in 1470...

It couldn’t possibly be that I was actually missing the ebb and flow of office life, could it?

It's poetry where the Punk finds their way out of the mosh pit and into the solo business of writing poems to make sense of it all...

A parenthetical phrase (like this one) may refer to things outside of it, parts of the sentence it inhabits (say)...

Important as the soup is in To the Lighthouse it is never identified, never seen as “beautiful red soup” or “eternal” tomato soup...

There is a great tree in Sussex, whose cloud of thin foliage floats high in the summer air...

It is vain to try to write unless you feel strong in the knees...

At the time of the dooms in the third quarter of the Reaper’s Moon, in the island of Britain...

At first I wanted to write only at night. The great romantic writers I admired wrote mostly in the witching hours. Can you imagine Kafka lugging his laptop to Starbucks at seven in the morning?

There’s something to value about a completely unmediated and uncurated encounter with old books: a chance to access for yourself the raw material of history...

On any given day, walking around the yard, one was almost certain to hear one prisoner ask another, “Hey, man, got any gurps?” I knew it had something to do with drugs...

If there is ever to be a next generation, we need one another, flawed as we are...

Have they clocked our nocturnal ways that bite at kleptomaniac clockhands in our capitals?

Who or what is Peter Pan? Peter stands for a deep psychological desire in all of us to return to childhood and escape into an earlier, freer state of being...

The Doom of the Great City imagines the entire population of London choked to death under a soot-filled fog. The story is told by the event’s lone survivor sixty years later...