BARBECUE

Guest writer vibe, Rocco Terrinoni and Conor Stephens. Spontaneous, uninterrupted prose from two young lads with talent . Here's what I said, write me a story. Five minutes later they gave me an answer. It sizzles, it pops, it skin burns like a roasting chimney. Mum burns the sausages to crisp, my brother shouts but…Read more BARBECUE

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SYNCHRONIZE

  His movements were never co-ordinate, he knew, yet hated the word awkward. When he moved, he crashed and in a confined space, he wreaked havoc. He loved to watch the swimmers, not their funny suits or the uniform caps, no, they could synchronize . With this illness, he could only cry.  

AMBLE

  He liked to walk fast and his gait, like himself, was long and gangly. He moved fast and could never bear to dawdle so much so he preferred to make arrangements to rendezvous for fear his awkward impatience might cause fault or disturbance. He was resigned and could never amble.

SYMPHONY

  Everything was prepared, the score commissioned, the ranks of strings, brass, woodwind and percussion, assembled, even a singer found for the brief cantata in the first movement. She had him wheeled in, his broken body propped by stays. 'What's this?' 'Your symphony.' 'Symphony? Are you deaf? I asked for sympathy.' Photo: Pittsburgh Symphony Orchestra…Read more SYMPHONY