Aug 25, 2018 | Featured, Fiction, Poetry |
The apparition of these faces in the crowd; Petals on a wet, black bough.
Aug 24, 2017 | Fiction, Poetry |
The house was quiet and the world was calm. The reader became the book; and summer night Was like the conscious being of the book. The house was quiet and the world was calm. The words were spoken as if there was no book, Except that the reader leaned above the page,...
Feb 18, 2010 | Non-Fiction |
The big fear is that as modern life becomes more ‘modern’ and empowering, it actually fragments society into mere isolated individualisms and loses any sense of purpose or order. Attempts to combat this have included: Nationalism, trying to draw people together under...
Jan 7, 2008 | Fiction, Poetry |
they enter the new world naked, cold, uncertain of all save that they enter. all about them the cold, familiar wind- now the grass, tomorrow the stiff curl of wildcarrot leaf one by one objects are defined- it quickens: clarity, outline of leaf but now the stark...
