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The wind tried to bury him. Hunted and haunted him, but the desert silence was the food and drink he needed. If he hadn’t been so tired. Squinted and...

I first met Terrence Oblong in Salubrious Passage, a dark, narrow, dingy, twisty alley that led to the church, hence its name. In the middle of the...

… have regularly produced 3D card letters for her mother … a lovely idea for an older person who enjoys supplementing poor eyesight with feeling shapes and texture … "Feel the fluffy rabbit peeping through the crispy leaves:…

Chapter One. A Small Country. Somewhere along The Great South Road lay the Kingdom of Minisculia. If you had closed your eyes for a short nap whilst...

Working on a literary novel vaguely inspired by Diane Schuler, who was a seemingly normal suburban Mom who drunk-drove with her kids the wrong way down the highway and killed them all; she had hidden longstanding alcoholism from her family for years. I was inspired by that kind of self delusion to write a similar long form story.

At eight, she learned she only belonged underwater. Smashed egg. Her father’s hands were always on her. Shove. Yank. Twist. “Lift your bum.” His...

A bit more. Slow going, isn't it? Ah well.

Chapter 2. The House on the Hill. Sophrayni sat with her hands in her lap, watching the steam curl from the kettle. The unicorn horn lay on the desk...

Dreamt of my old place as a child. Image from wikimedia commons.