This is a story spelled out by curled and fallen leaves, the roots of trees and toadstool spores… Continue reading
The Tree
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Travels in Bookland
This is a story singed on the beams of an old library by the flames of scholars’ candles… Continue reading
A year and a day
This is a a story written in the pits left by sky-fallen iron, scattered on a lonely hillside … Continue reading
Just one
This is a story recorded by a storm in the lines of wind-dried salt left on an oilskin coat…
The Flowering of the Wells
This is a story spelled out in petals, surrounded by moss and pressed into damp clay… Continue reading
Not one of us
Rebel NYC by Tom Simpson https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.0/
In which I consider the unconventional heroine in the light of my discussions in ‘Tribal’. Continue reading
A Saint in Sidlesham
This is a tale told on frescoed plasterwork, once hidden by whitewash and restored with care… Continue reading
For the Makers
I mined these jewels from an article in The Guardian by Frank Cottrell Boyce and reset them: Continue reading
To our Genius Loci
I had wondered about writing a shameless piece of self-promotion, itemising all the advantages of ‘Peacehaven’ for writers seeing as Jo Franklin is here as I write – but I couldn’t… Continue reading
Live and Thrive
This story was found enmeshed in shadowy corners and along forgotten window ledges… Continue reading