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.
We have landed here like some great silver fish hoisted from the water and left gasping on the grass. We tread time: its quantity unknown. Stuck here in our hotel on the outskirts of an industrial estate. Next door a bricolage store full of junk and leftovers, piles of plates, cups and glasses, furniture, lamps and vases and a strange …
It was Assumption Day on Wednesday. The day in the Catholic church when Mary rises up to heaven. Here in Nice in the port it is especially charming because they love any excuse to get their boats out and decorate them with flowers. The politicians equally like a chance for a photo opportunity. A statue of Mary was brought from …
Recently I watched a film called ‘Barfly’ directed by Barbet Schroeder produced by Francis Ford Coppola. I didn’t enjoy the opening of the film because it was two men in a backyard beating each other up. I had to shut my eyes as they punched and slugged and bled. The main actor was Mickey Rourke who was playing a dysfunctional …