Today there are Lights at the Mill at Crow & Cross Keys. Thank you to Elou.
Category Archives: Writing
Swamp Song
There is a song in the swamp at Spartan. Thank you to Ross & Miles.
JELLYBEAN REMOVAL REQUEST.
Introducing for the delight of people generally at the time of the New Year Jellybean, and JELLYBEAN REMOVAL REQUEST., featured now amongst lovely writings and art selections in Lamplit Underground, Vol. 8 (‘Snow Myths’). Thank you to Janna.
Summer in the Citytime in Decembertime
Decembertime is just in time for Summer in the Citytime. At Overheard. Thank you to Evelyn.
Jellybean Pushcart
It is true that a JELLYBEAN REMOVAL REQUEST. has not yet been published but has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize 2022 for its appearance not yet but this month in the lovely Lamplit Underground. Who thought such a thing could happen! Evelyn Maguire of Overheard has been nominated as well! For Fascinated by Fungi!Continue reading “Jellybean Pushcart”
Tomorrow it will be the 31st
Tomorrow it will be the 31st and that 31st will be the 31st of October and who knows what that means. My name is Jack and I have written some things. Some of the things are 31st things in a way or a little bit. Some of those. The Way Home Waving is at DreamContinue reading “Tomorrow it will be the 31st”
I Wish in October (9)
9 After sitting on the bench and looking at the bags and ducks, we went on our walk through the park. I remember the very pleasant afternoon; the trees were crispy, the sky behind them gleamed chilliest blue, the earth was damp and packed in smooth in the woods, runny and puddled in by theContinue reading “I Wish in October (9)”
I Wish in October (8)
8 I did not take control of the season. I did not pursue a thing; I waited for it to happen. When the thing didn’t happen, I would continue waiting. I would become quite tired. There was a lot of waiting, and a lot of being tired. Somewhere between the American Halloween and the lateContinue reading “I Wish in October (8)”
I Wish in October (7)
7 I remember being ten and describing to a friend an atmosphere, an aesthetic: ‘It’s like sort of punk Halloween, you know.’ He didn’t know. Nobody did or does. A very specific thing I was trying to speak about: a bedroom, a little like my own, decorated, black window, a harsh white skull on aContinue reading “I Wish in October (7)”
I Wish in October (6)
6 I was in my late twenties. I remember the park that I worked near, which was not the same park as the pondless plastic bag park, was very beautiful in the October time of year and at any time. I remember sitting in the park and reading as much as I could of TheContinue reading “I Wish in October (6)”