Stone Water
1Where do you start? In the hollow of a shoulder blade? Or the nape of the neck where fine hairs trace a pattern? His tongue licking, tasting the salt of her skin, delicate and light so it tickles and she…to read more click here.
Sackcloth and ashes
2Pulling the brush through her curls, trying to untangle them, she stopped, drew her hair back sharply from her face, and stared at the black smudges beneath her eyes, the hollows in her cheeks, her pale… to read more click here.
South – a script
3Open on a MODEL BOAT which widens to show a yard sale in progress in front of a white clapboard house. There is a CAMPER VAN and a thirty foot CABIN CRUISER in the drive.. to read more click here.
Tales From a Campsite
4There were so many cloudless days they ran into each other like a stream of blue handkerchiefs knotted by the night. Rose would wake to the heat of the sun as it filtered through the canvas… to read more click here.
The Milonga – The Seeds of a Short Story.
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A wide circular piazza: fountains pierce the sky and women in all their finery kick their high heels, their bottoms jutting out in silk dresses and magenta skirts. One woman is all in black with red shoes. The men hold the women close, steer them around the floor. I am taken by the intense way the woman next to me …
Read MoreFaith – Taking a Risk
Three gypsies stood at the castle gate. They sang so high, they sang so low. The lady sate in her chamber late. Her heart it melted away as snow. They sang so sweet, they sang so shrill. At last her tears began to flow And she lay down her silken gown, her golden rings and all her show. She plucked …
Read MoreRobert Frost and the Art of Being Still
I have been staying with friends in the mountains of Majorca. I’ve had no wifi and I haven’t touched my computer in weeks. In the morning I have gone up to the pool and swum in cold water. Afterwards I lie on a sunbed and I write. My basket is full of my books and notebooks, my suntan lotion and …
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