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A few days ago I felt a first surge of real enthusiasm since the advent of 2016. It came about when I was editing a story which I thought was finished, discovered it wasn’t and started a rewrite. In my … Continue reading
I switched off the phone to avoid the wife’s, “HowyouhavethenervetoabandonyourfamilyatChristmastimealmostIdon’tknowbutyou’dbetternotcomebackstinkingofwhiskyandwomenasusualandmaybeyoushouldnotbothercomingbackatallthistime,”and my brat-pack teenage duo’s non-stop harping for expensive gadgets or the money to buy them and probably enough spliff to kill a small herd of highland cattle.
My inch of the day today is an edited excerpt from my short-story-in-edit The Second Coming of Judas Iscariot, from my trio-of-tales-in-edit Leaves: Three Short Tales. Bateson retrieved the book and placed it back on the desk, noticing with … Continue reading
Voila, my inch of creativity today. It’s from ‘Leaves: Three Short Tales’, a compilation of three stories I’m editing for publication, hopefully, on Kindle. This is an excerpt from the first of the three tales, The Second Coming of Judas Iscariot.
“What were the leaves like?” Again, he’d no idea where his question had come from. Continue reading
The Elfin Ladder
“Look, fairy tables!”
“Agaricus arvensis, darling – horse mushrooms.”
“Safe to eat?”
“If they smell of aniseed.”
“Look, an elfin ladder!” Continue reading
What can I do but follow? I’m an old dog now and they’re my home. Wherever they go, I go with them.
It’s been like this, since … Ceaselessly wandering, my humans. They have no choice, but that’s long forgotten, except for cellular memories, urging.
They call it many things, the restlessness. Career move. Downsizing. Looking for a better life. Continue reading
DS Squared Et Cetera
“Lovely approach to her tomb.”
“The pathways are dead ends.”
She looked. “Meaning?”
“Legend says the maze symbolised the unbridgeable divide between the living and the dead.”
“Why have you brought me here?” Continue reading
His parents didn’t come to the wedding; their gift a garish orange dinner service – cheap fairground prize won long ago.
“Carnival glass is collectable these days,” Adi had said, generously, adding,“they’ll come round. Patience.” Continue reading
I’ve been itching for the week to pass so I could open up my second batch of eco print bundles.
The first picture shows half of a long narrow band of the jacket lining fabric (probably cotton) that I used for some of my first eco prints. This time the colour is more pronounced. Again, I bound the bundles with sari silk and the colour has transferred. I also sandwiched in some rusty staple gun staples. I found a whole boxful in the shed that have lain around for a long time and are no longer fit for purpose. The frieze – as I’m calling it – looks like some sort of music notation. Continue reading