Monthly Archives: June, 2009
When the dog bites.
A shimmering trout pulled with a yelp from a loch, cooked by dusky moonlight on a just made fire- stuffed with ripped handfuls of wild chives and garlic shoots.
A hut of mud, a woman who weaved, through a battered pot of only beans and water- something magic that made it good. With chapatis from a glowing rock- then [...]
Pikeney
I have been recently bereft of creative juciness. I have had word constipation. I have been bored and boring, irritable and an arse. I could tell you that my laptop screen was smashed and that I have been technically homeless for the last 3 weeks and I’d be telling the truth- but honestly? I just didn’t feel it. But [...]