If my fears cripple me, how then cope with a world afraid?
Category: Fiction
Pulpit Rock published
Maybe dreaming, time uncertain—Laylah 'The Rock is there; it’s always there, it always will be. Uncle says, ‘Look up there’ and we follow his pointing finger, bone thin, looking up at the Rock whitewashed by full moon. Cream and grey where the crevices are and with more than enough light for the full face of … Continue reading Pulpit Rock published
HAIKU
Grandmother oak falls Leaving room for her children to scale the sunlight Image by Nico Wall from Pixabay
On reading Horse by Geraldine Brooks
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THE ANTHROPOCENE
Mementoes set in stone, of stone read by the earth’s lithographers who are wondering where to set the golden spike for this age. Marking slow time: eons, eras, periods, epochs, passages once set by gods or no gods. Rocky signatures etched by the slow swing of something other than the swifter acts of Man/Woman.
Cawnpore dogs
This anecdote was found in the papers of Mrs Chandrapur Gohshe (deceased 2007), great granddaughter of the writer, Mrs Rani Bheikeji Cama, who had been at Kanpur in 1857. This is what I know of battles and war; that there is no order, no logic, no sense. It is fear and panic and hasty decisions … Continue reading Cawnpore dogs
More from TWO ROADS
From Pulpit Rock 1965 David Evans This one walked towards us with the bow-legged gait of a horseman and sat astride some rocky protrusion. I knew that walk; Uncle Philip on Dad's side walked like that. Uncle Phillip managed a horse stud. My name's David Evans. I'm named David for my father and his father … Continue reading More from TWO ROADS
Another ‘Two Roads’ extract
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09TZS1G9X A novel and a novella The police car comes out of nowhere. Takes out his front wheel. Frank flies up and over the bars, thinking this is going to hurt, and it does. The ground hits him hard, he feels his shirt tear as he slides along, gravel working its way in. But before … Continue reading Another ‘Two Roads’ extract
Extract from TWO ROADS
A novel and novella Two roads is a novella (Pulpit Rock) and short novel (Malleable) of ~85,000 words. The extract below comes from the novel, Malleable. It deals with... Front cover ...And Norman has wondered, would I have the strength and will to walk with those black protesters? Would I face rotten eggs and muck … Continue reading Extract from TWO ROADS
The reader as passenger
I am reading Dan O’Brien’s excellent The Contract Surgeon and making the odd note as I go along. Not in the book, I should add (it is not mine) but in a notepad. On page 23 this rather excellent little cameo is made by a female character – ‘an old woman’ who is tending a … Continue reading The reader as passenger
Inkstained fingers 