He remembers blindly following the expected path. She remembers his hand over her mouth. He remembers too many parties to remember. She remembers fear. He remembers being the man most likely to. She remembers laughter, it still echoes deep inside.… More
You will probably have heard of the beautiful book, The Lost Words – you may even have a copy yourself. It began as a response to the decision, in 2007, by the Oxford Junior Dictionary to replace words from nature with modern ‘everyday’ words.… More
Here comes Autumn… with a wonderful family 90th birthday party for my mother-in-law, Ann. I don’t normally share personal information on here, but it’s quite an achievement to be partying, winning scrabble and going for windswept walks at her age. Here we all are, with touches of yellow because that’s her favourite colour…
I’ve got stories coming out shortly with the Cincinatti Review, the Bayou Review, and OkayDonkey Magazine.… More
The woman at the hospital reception asks if I’ve brought anyone with me. I shake my head, and she consults her computer. ‘But how will you get home?’ she asks, but she’s nice so I tell her I’ve got my car and I’m planning to drive home myself.… More
“The entire project of making this book (oddly enough I find it difficult to refer to the making as writing, in this case) has been a process of finding out what I could say, how I could say it, how I felt about saying it.” Clare Best
How to write our own truth is a question most writers will ask themselves at some time or another.… More
Welcome to autumn – there’s a seasonal poem for you here, End of Summer by Stanley Kunitz.
But if you love summer and are dreading the ‘cruel wind’, here is some shelter for you:
The toy was found twenty years later, behind the wardrobe. She washed it, smiling as she remembered the tears and tantrums when it was first lost. Hanging it to dry, she anticipated his face when finally reunited with Bobsy. ‘Rabbit,’ he said that evening.… More
Is it just me, but oh, how hard the news is to listen to right now. It seems we’re being fed a constant stream of people out to save their careers, to further their careers… etc etc.
So to get rid of the nasty taste in my mouth, I sat down with my journal today and made a list of 50 things I could do to help other people – some small, some requiring more of a commitment.… More
I’m just back a week writing at Gladstone’s Library – a library with bedrooms. Bliss. Here are some photographs of the general gorgeousness…
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