It’s kinda beautiful, in its own way. I guess. Especially how the spines shimmer in the moonlight. I should have noticed them sooner. Its voice is melodious and lyrical despite all the booming intimations of pending digestion. With the recent … Continue reading
Hurricane Katy hit the British Isles with a lot of her strength intact. I saved a few things but I have no idea what seedlings lived and which ones are gone for good. Only time will tell. After the slug … Continue reading
The family paraded past my latest offering one by one: “Her eyes are grey like mine.” said Mother Sky. “Her hair soft and flowing like my lightest touch.” said Mother Wind. “And her shape is all hills and valleys, akin … Continue reading
When Nessie died we had a wake. Right on the shore where her body washed up. John got drunk and tried to make a viking funeral of the thing and before it was over we were all crying. Even the … Continue reading
Original version: Sara rushed into the room, the early spring sun highlighting her form like a Christmas ghost. I could see the excitement in her face and her posture. And the wings, I could see the wings they had given … Continue reading
“W——’s enthusiasm for botany frequently takes us ashore. Landing at the foot of some eroded steep which, with ragged charm, rises sharply from the gravelly beach, we fasten Pilgrim’s painter to a stone, and go scrambling over the hillside in … Continue reading
I think it went something like this: Dave! Dave! Dave! What? Dave! this is important Dave! Shut listen! Are you listening Dave? Not you Chuck, go back to sleep! Dave Dave Davey David! Yes I’m listening Rich go ahead please. … Continue reading