HILAIRE BELLOC THE SOUTH COUNTRY When I am living in the Midlands That are sodden and unkind, I light my lamp in the evening: My work is left behind; And the great hills of the South Country Come back into my mind. The great hills of the South Country They stand along the sea; … Continue reading The Monday Poem – The South Country by Hilaire Belloc
In this fantasy romance for all ages, a boy catches a glimpse of Fifika, as he flees with his family from danger, traveling with his clan with haste to the lands of the boyar, a mysterious benefactor. Smitten, the boy becomes her playmate there in the Carpathians where the boyar resides and whose hillsides are … Continue reading Review: In the Service of The Boyar by Jason Graff
This week's poem is David Gascoyne's Salvador Dali. I hope it inspires you!
Here is another of my funny little doodles!
This week's poem is There was in cranes. I hope you enjoy it! There was in cranes. by Jay Snelling Cellophaned flowers. To look forward to it was an astonishing feeling of a high degree. Staging each one by hand. Directors of gardens, their relationship to the towering tempest in over 2000 plastic … Continue reading The Monday Poem – There was in cranes.
The Diaries of Sun City By Mike Russell From short story collection Nothing Is Strange Dear Diary, Hello. It is Monday. I live in Sun City. Sun City is a city that is entirely contained inside an enormous concrete building in the shape of a sun. Its rays house our living quarters; its circular … Continue reading Short Story Saturday – The Diaries of Sun City
Dunce Everyone calls Dunce ‘Dunce’. Everyone thinks that Dunce is an idiot. I used to think so too but not any more. Dunce is completely bald and has a really pointed head so the temptation to get him paralytic on his thirtieth birthday, carry him to the tattooist’s and get a nice big … Continue reading Short Story Saturday – Dunce by Mike Russell
