Why We Write

As writers we spend a lot of time in the seat. Why do we write? I had a wonderful week with a dear friend of mine from California, also a writer, and we spent time discussing this question. After she went back to LA, she sent me these two links:...

The Tattooed Ladies

The first two walked into the little coffeeshop, on this night that it was turned into a pop-up ramen bar. After careful deliberation, they chose a small table at the front window. It was a hot night in August and one woman was wearing coveralls with a minimal top...

One Night in July

July 2022 I was awakened by words. Usually, it’s images that pull me awake, on the screen of my mind–the leftovers of a dream. But this time it was words. Whole sentences were floating past me, and I knew I had to catch them. I got out of bed, and step by step, felt...

Found Mask

It was sitting on a table in the window of a dusty shop among stacks of old paintings. Someone had collected a lot of art in there and like many of the shops on King’s Road, it was a private collection, parts of which were sometimes for sale. These shops were open...

Stitch by stitch

It started with a dream. I was taking a train to get somewhere. It was a building, in the middle of nowhere. Inside the building were tables and on the tables were many beautiful hand-made things. Hand-painted plates. Coloured glass beads. Swirled stitching on...