Craig Sherborne

To be unforgiven is no great shame. A cramp of nausea your bowels can’t clear. Sweat itches your hairline, stains your pillow. Take heart - you’re not going to wither in your bed. Your eyes soon open on a blue, breathing day. Your taste for food …

I’ll be dead and then they’ll go through my things, the weak son who never complained when I mocked him, the daughter who wished me dead I’m sure so she wouldn’t have to nurse me. I refuse to cut a spare set of keys. I refuse to risk their …

Nose down in the froth of his clover beerthe grey horse sups alone.He ignores a butting calf with its patched coat,and the flitting tarts the wagtails - how he must hate their chirpy songs;they can't really hold a tune,only some pitiful, high-pitched …

At the track with Brian Mayfield-Smith