She had only gone down to the riverbank so that she could feed the ducks, she did the same every day and this had never happened before. She thought this each time a sodden piece of bread floated by, which was frequently. As for the ducks, they simply looked at her with quizzical expressions as … Continue reading
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The Future is Now
All creative work is, in essence, a sorcerous activity; art is ritual, as ritual is art. The process of creation is often the primary concern, rather than the finished product. Images can function as doorways. My interest is the Inner nature, not the outward appearance of things. One learns by doing, and by failing. It … Continue reading
Two Brewers
There is so much of my life that has been tied up with the Two Brewers, in Rochester, that it’s difficult to know where I should begin. The obvious answer is, “At the beginning”, and so let me take you back to 1978. It’s quite early in January. Sitting on a stool near the front … Continue reading
Courses for 2017-18 at Medway Adult Education
Here’s a list of courses so far confirmed that I’ll be teaching through Medway Adult Education, in the 2017-18 academic year. These details are in the annual course directory, obviously, but there should be enough information right here if you want to enrol. I will try to put a bit more detail about each course … Continue reading
12. A folktale overheard in the street
“Even rust can be beautiful”. This is what the princess affirmed to herself every time she looked into her mirror. She had been made by her father, the King, when he had realised that he could not bear children. But he was a clumsy engineer at the best of times, and indifferent in his choice of … Continue reading
11. A love letter
They secreted your trust in the darkest corner of the house, and there it lay undiscovered for a further three hundred years, until it was at last uncovered by the burrowing of voles. There it was, an aged parchment rolled up tight and tied with a length of dirty string. There was a guest at … Continue reading
The Birth of Constance
A vixen’s scream, my mother. And my father, the stone, the moonlight pouring in, bramble and aconite. I crawl out, fully fledged, from that hole in your earth, and will not be put back down. I am your daughter now, the burden on your back, my elements yet unknown. Continue reading
