Month: March 2011

Matt Harvey

Where Earwigs Dare A silver trail across the monitor; fresh mouse-droppings beneath the swivel-chair; the view obscured by rogue japonica. Released into the wild, where earwigs dare – you first went freelance – and then gently feral. You worked from home – then wandered out again, roughed it with spider, ant, shrew, blackbird, squirrel in your won realm, your micro-Vatican. No name conveys exactly what it is – Chalet? Gazebo? You were not misled by studios, snugs, garden offices, workshops or outhouses. A shed’s a shed – and proud of it. You wouldn’t want to hide it. Wi-Fi-enabled rain-proof wooden box – a box to sit in while you think outside it. Self-rattling cage, den, poop-deck, paradox, hutch with home-rule, cramped cubicle of freedom, laboratory, thought-palace, bodger’s bower, plot both to sow seeds and to go to seed in, cobwebbed, Cuprinol-scented, Seat of Power.…

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