Rose and I were mucking about on the pumice. We were walking on the rocks to smooth our feet. Mum said people paid good money for pumice in the shops...
Hauling the body across the ice was not so hard. She laid it onto her fur and pulled it fairly easily to the start of the land. The body had rolled a...
There's something precious about the handwriting of someone we love who is not with us, they touched that paper, held the pen, made the mark. So much of them in it. You express this with such delicacy.
What an emotional read!
Posted on Thu, 04 Dec 2014
What an emotional read! Horror and high drama. Love the use of scent to create a change of tempo.
Read full commentPosted in The Lea Rig
Love the shifts from dream to
Posted on Tue, 02 Dec 2014
Love the shifts from dream to reality, a fluid slide show of impressions and stories.
Read full commentPosted in nightmares and memories
I really enjoy the way you
Posted on Wed, 03 Dec 2014
I really enjoy the way you mix culture time and place - and your precise and evocative style.
Read full commentPosted in Les Courses des Fetes
Wonderful! So touching and
Posted on Wed, 03 Dec 2014
Wonderful! So touching and beautifully written. Effortless yet clever structure - sort of spirits from winters past.
Read full commentPosted in Santa Stops Here
Slip into dream or life and
Posted on Fri, 28 Nov 2014
Slip into dream or life and let what will. I love the shrugging off of care at the end.
Read full commentPosted in You understand, I think
This stings.
Posted on Thu, 27 Nov 2014
This stings.
Read full commentPosted in The quarrel
Intrigue behind the scenes,
Posted on Wed, 26 Nov 2014
Intrigue behind the scenes, nice twist. Compelling story and some beautiful description.
Read full commentPosted in The Garden of The Gods
I really like this story.
Posted on Sun, 23 Nov 2014
I really like this story. Although French, it reminds me of the writing of Grazia Deledda. beautifully written.
Read full commentPosted in La Bodega Rose
There's something precious
Posted on Tue, 18 Nov 2014
There's something precious about the handwriting of someone we love who is not with us, they touched that paper, held the pen, made the mark. So much of them in it. You express this with such delicacy.
Read full commentPosted in PS No PS
The bleakness of the city. I
Posted on Thu, 13 Nov 2014
The bleakness of the city. I like the way some lines stretch beyond - like cranes.
Read full commentPosted in Cranes
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