Poetry – my own private merry-­go-round of anti-­corp defiance. HR disapproves. I am put on probation for not writing enough poems. This is not a poem. This is a sackable offence. I am called into one meeting every hour and each one could definitely have been an email. I...

Poetry‘Have you been to Europe?’ He said it just like that, as if Europe was a bar around the corner. ‘Four months,’ was part of her reply. ‘Nice,’ or something to that effect. You have to do it properly. As if it simply...