Atlantic Crossing by Jeanette Winterson, , , - Coggle Diagram
Atlantic Crossing by Jeanette Winterson
Gabriel Angel, Adam and Eve
Arthur Miller and Marilyn Monroe
She looked like a bath-time boat
The Purser, like me, like any normal person guided by the Bible
Miss Bead, the one with a face like a love-note somebody crushed in his fist.
polished like conkers
Looking at my future is like looking at a rainy day through a dirty window
I did looked at her. No wings but great legs.
She had been money and ease, the Nancy Astor generation, not the frugal fifties
Once a month she sailed from Southampton to St Lucia and once a month she sailed back again.
Invisible words, or words that are supposed to be invisible interest me
Wouldn't be any different, wouldn't feel any different
I wish the wind would drop.
She was looking at me upside down, like a big brown bat
The waves are like Grey icing
If the sea hadn't been on one side; she would have walked right round,...
It is the same all over the Commonwealth; they all love the latest Queen.
Look at these two coming on desk right now; lesbians I'll bet.
What is there to say about love?
Has face the colour and the texture of a cricket ball
sun inside her