Pad #29

Countdown to Faery Playground

3 more days… Have you preordered your copy yet?

Pad #28

Buddha’s Not Talking

Buddha’s Not Talking   He looks out from the shelf while I consider manure, sharp knives and the hagfish’s second heart, or whether odors differ in texture when a dog retraces his steps through the park, and do they really lose themselves or just quickly shed their pasts, forever moving towards now. Sometimes […]

Buddha’s Not Talking

Ep 055 | The Merry Writer Podcast

On today’s episode, we are talking all about Book Covers.  After all, it’s the first thing a potential reader will see and so we are asking: “How Important Are Book Covers?” PS: YES I am aware that I kept saying “topography and not TYPOGRAPHY”, give me a break I was having a rough day! :p

Ep 055 | The Merry Writer Podcast

Pearl

There once was a young lady named Pearl Whose reputation made the poor bishop’s hair curl. I often used to go To a place called Soho To enjoy tea and cakes with that girl …

Pearl

Why Fly?

Why is the fly so bothersome,zooming from a corner of the roomto land upon the kitchen worktop,buzzing – will it ever stop?Why does a fly have no etiquette,using my sandwich as a toilet,spreading diseases everywhere?Why, fly, don’t you carethat most humans think you’re a dirty pest,they squash you flat and make a mess,while I gently […]

Why Fly?

Liminality

A rank of poplars, vertical in a horizontal landscape, coruscate before they blend into the leonine golden beige of land coming to rest. So many different shades on parade: sunlight gilds the roofs with sumptuous shafts that fadethrough pink and scarlet blushes, purple, then indigo, and twilight rushes into a moody half-light. Something haunts the […]

Liminality

3TC

She was not much of a one for showing JOY. It was almost as if something wthin her recoiled at the thoughts of being so expressive. It was the same with everything. She couldn’t show love ether, even to her children. She was once beard to say, “I wish I could cry but I can’t.” […]

3TC

SEEING —

Seeing Not with the eyes But with the heart is all That I desire for I am blind My heart Tells me That all the things of great beauty Dwell deep within its rooms Those things live on Always

SEEING —

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