Rachel currently teaches English in Bath, although she never stays in one place for too long and is most at home on a bicycle. In recent excursions, she has pitted her legs against Patagonia’s freezing headwinds, sweated up cobbled streets in Lisbon, cycled to work in Sydney, raced rickshaws in Calcutta, braved Songkran in Chiang Mai and freewheeled through summer rain in Wales.
I’d been thinking about leaving. I’d been thinking how there’s something about out here. Before long it’s a new January and you’re hungover with a heartache for a man you won’t see for several years until he pops up on that very popular, critically-acclaimed sitcom with that actress you learned to like, then hate, then feign indifference abou
The leak in your breathing/ tube makes a cartoon squeak./ It takes two nurses, silent/ as nuns, to place you/ in my arms...
If I have already/ gone insane/ but I want to get/ crazier yet,/ what’s my move?/ Go outsane?
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