(Or: Applying The Essentialising Filter ™️ of bereavement) It is now a month since my father died. Grief came in unanticipated form, insinuating itself subtly, damply, into the walls, floors and ceilings, draped light as a sea fret over the roof tiles and filming the windows. It is as though my present and my past... Continue Reading →
Imperfect Allegiance / One Army
It seemed inevitable that when the world changed in 2007 the world would change. Working as an artist soon after that time, I made a piece in response to what appeared to be the implosion of capitalism and the welcome prospect of change in the structures of global power. The piece was called Refugee: End... Continue Reading →
Black Rocks and Sparkling Seas
Last week we gathered for my father's funeral. Though sad, still sad, it was a very happy occasion. He had asked that we lay on a party that he would've loved to be at. We certainly did that and he was greatly missed. My brother and sister both spoke at the service and I wrote... Continue Reading →
Lulu Allison, contemporary fiction author 