The heat keeps on, pressing my skin, the continuity is a reminder of where I was just a few days ago. Though time stretches strangely in strange times, makes it seem like I am remembering an epochal, ancient past or a current, fleeting dream. I was revisiting a place I knew well, my childhood home... Continue Reading →
It is a sad time. A time known to most of us in one way or another, of saying goodbye. It helps to think with words and pictures, and perhaps, later, to elaborate.
Fell by Jenn Ashworth – review
Published by Sceptre I was prompted to read Fell by a book group on Twitter. I will write more about the group, and the theme of New Folk Lit that was its starting point in another post, including contributions from author Jenn, who was kind enough to make herself available for a Twitter Q and... Continue Reading →