She sat at the kitchen table with a wine glass and all the what ifs, what weres and what could’ve beens floated in the glass and the bread began to rise. She thought about the summer of 1956. But actually it was difficult to picture much more than a blur of an album of photographs. … Continue reading The knowledge of now.
Hey, I am very happy this morning to have one of my pieces published on the rather excellent Experiments In Fiction site. Please give it - and the highly talented Ingrid at EIF - a nosey... you'll find some of her great fiction work, quarantine diaries, guest posts and meditative poetry. Head on over … Continue reading Guest post on Experiments In Fiction…
“It’s so cold I go to bed with a nipple on. I wake up with one, too.” “Just the one?” I ask. But, yeah, it has been pretty cold this week. Little Annie has been in search of a higher purpose, for some kind of meaning, for awhile now. "Something has to change." … Continue reading Askew In The Saddle.
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