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Writings

It's a handful to start with, but let's see how this goes. The first few of these I wrote in response to tales in Clarissa Pinkola Estes' Women Who Run with Wolves. Together they were one of many starting points for a longer bit of writing that has since become a novel. My first novel... which hopefully maybe one day perhaps might be published. At the very beginning of lockdown I was commissioned by 1927 to read The Decameron and write a creative essay in response. Love in Isolation came out of that research. And the story called Epilogue, definitely the strangest of the lot but probably the one I like most, came from a dream.

Click on the icons to go to the stories. If by any chance you like any of them, maybe you can buy me a coffee sometime and we can shoot the breeze. Or just let me know, and I'll write some more. I might write some more anyway, even if nobody likes them. 

 

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Pilgrims

Taratok has very long hair down to his knees, Mercendia has short hair, Fabio has no hair at all, and Sapota keeps hers under a three-cornered hat...

Old Honey Bones

A kite got stuck in a tree. A little girl found it, rolled up in its wings, its leg caught in a loop in a
branch. The girl got the bird down and took it into the kitchen, where she laid it on the table, gently...

Behind the Old Market

It was nearly midnight. The Moon Lady was watchful. Though the roads were full of snow and the houses had shivered themselves into their night gowns, icy gloves splattered with finger prickled specks of crimson, chilly whiskers worn through with cold, Hunter was aflame...

Epilogue

Here is the setting. Four meet at a crossroads. One carries a dead doe, his name is Cyparissus. Another is bound with a snake around his neck, he has no name except Eaten One, or Misery. Two are embroiled in an embittered battle...

Love in Isolation

What makes the croak of those wild, wise old elders of the fairytale, with their strange advices, doddery hunches, and queer magic so soothing? Perhaps simply the knowledge they’ve seen it all before. Those funny old Grandparents of story and verse...