Like Something You Wanted: The Irish Literary Review

I have a short story, Like Something You Wanted, published in the recent edition of the excellent online Irish Literary Review. You can read it here.

Visual Verse : JUST ONE MORE BRUSH, HE KEPT WHISPERING.

In the midst of a mad month of many things, I've written a new piece for Visual Verse. I love this project.

You can read the latest from Aunt Dorothea over here.

Katherine Mansfield's letters

I was recently given all of my grandparents books. They both died when I was ten, so it is fascinating to reconnect with them through words: reading, books and their marginalia. My grandma appears to have had a passion for poetry. This summer I read her two hard-backed editions of Katherine Mansfield's letters. Collated by her husband, John Middleton Murray, the letters span from 1913-1922. The writing is alive, spontaneous, extraordinary. Desperately ill, Mansfield describes convalescence on the Cote d'Azur, Paris during WW1 and a writing life separated from her beloved author husband. In his introductory note, J. Middleton Murray writes, "Mansfield's one concern was to leave behind her some small legacy of truth..not a little of her 'truth' is contained in these letters"; the texts are lit by her veracity, a naive startling brilliance. Here's an excerpt from a letter written to her husband in the Summer of 1913,

"I'm a lion all day, darling, but with that last point of daylight I begin to turn into a lamb and by midnight mon Dieu! by midnight the whole world has turned into a butcher!"

The Watching Crowd

Awkword Paper Cut and Michael Dickes invited me to contribute to their September issue.

You can read my piece The Watching Crowd and listen to me reading the story here. 

AwkwordPaperCut

The September edition of New York's AwkwordPaperCut is out. You can read it here. There is video poetry, art, music, story-telling and more.... I was invited to write a piece of flash fiction on the theme of the Mob or the Herd, you can read (and listen to) my story, The Watching Crowd.