Oct 23, 2021 | Non-Fiction, Travel |
I arrived back in Salala on 16 October 1946. I planned to cross the Empty Quarter from Mughshin to the Trucial Coast, and to return to Salala across the gravel steppes at the back of Oman, but I realized that if a hint of my plans reached the Wali he would forbid the...
Mar 28, 2020 | Non-Fiction, Travel |
Although I knew Gaelic to be richly responsive to the sites in which it was spoken, it was my guess that other tongues in these islands also possessed wealths of words for features of place – words that together constituted a vast vanished, or vanishing, language for...
Jan 19, 2018 | Fiction, Short Stories |
This morning is the morning I empty our Human Refuse bags and the trash bags and the bag from the bottom of the sleek metal hole where Janet puts her used feminine items. For this I get an extra sixty a month. Plus it’s always nice to get out of the cave. I knock on...
Dec 20, 2017 | 50 words, Fiction, My Lies |
Jackson gazes out of the window through clouds, and catches a glimpse of the magnificent Andes dashing past like so many spooked animals. The next fifty days will change her life, eating fellow passengers and melted snow. But for now and with no great ceremony, the...
