You could hear her crying, all through the night, if you passed over the bridge on the way out of the village, past the old chapel. Wailing she was. Like a ghoul. We tried to get through to her, but she was whispering to herself, talking to the walls, sat on a rotting pew, in…
I take the last steps two at a time and grab her in a bear hug. She feels so frail. So small. Delicate like the thin graphite of a pencil, or a budding corn stalk. “What’s wrong?” she asks. She asks so normally. I forget where we are. She smells very rich, like double cream,…
Recognize that it doesn’t matter if we spell it recognize or recognise or worship one god or another. Simple words are often the best in complex times. via the Daily Prompt
Not for the first day in recent days I’ve tried very hard to ignore any kind of news. These days I feel it necessary to divide what current affairs I’m reading into two piles: too depressing for a Tuesday morning, and just depressing enough. “Today on the Trump forecast, Bannon is a Nazi, Corbyn flails…
Inside the house the air is very still. The staircase has a worn carpet on the steps. It’s almost like I’ve stepped into a museum. I expect a group of school children to come round the corner, looking bored, and rightly so: the house is empty. The layout is like Grandma’s, but there are no…
“If you hear a voice within you saying, “You are not a painter,” then by all means paint, boy, and that voice will be silenced, but only by working.” – Vincent Van Gogh, in a letter to his Brother, Theo. Van Gogh knew a thing or two about painting. Turns out, his advice is pretty…
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