Checksum (n): a digit representing the sum of the correct digits in a piece of stored or transmitted digital data, against which later comparisons can be made to detect errors in the data. Merriam-Webster, 2019 I spent a lot of writing energy last year trying to learn how to write stories that would sell. As […]Read Post ›
I’ve not blogged as an author before, so I’ve not done a year-end round-up before. Now here I am, rounding up a year of many things I’ve done this year that I’ve never done before. I’ve been writing seriously (writing with sincerity anyway) for the last 10 years. Its been a largely introverted pursuit. I […]Read Post ›
murals of thunder and lightning auroras compressing and piercing my eardrums to bearhug and claw at my brain till it bursts into murals of thunder and lightning
Incisive scrutin eyes, granted power to see ‘what’ this parliman ‘is’ and ‘who’ she should ‘be’ have come to tear, walking or screaming, her multimeality from its rotting, sedentary, broken but own bone to some safe, secure, sterile, psychiatric home where true voices are silenced and democracies overthrown. Oh voice of the voiceless! Ear of […]Read Post ›
I recently made a beautiful friend in Malawi and wrote a poem about her. She lived in the garden where I was staying. I visited her every day to try and capture all the different facets of her beauty on camera. Her name is Nephila Inaurata. She is a Golden Silk Orb Weaver, so called […]Read Post ›
The crescent moon of a magpie’s breast Half turned to bounce the dazzling rays Of rising sun against your face. It brands your eyes – a winged eclipse With a turquoise gem – Then flies away. Illustration by Lori Love
The mountain drank its fill and burst. The wire unleashed its curls and jumped. The winter cracked with rainbow spurts. Potentials gathered. Spring sprang sprung!
bit stuck with this one – suggestions welcome! :p
Picture a palette, a lattice of paintblocks like puddles collecting the drops of a rainbow. Each one unique as the prime of a snowflake’s descent and discrete as a tightly held secret. They ripple with boredom and lust for their contrasting company, whether to plunder for pigments, spread word of their own or else simply […]Read Post ›
