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post-holiday

So the post-holiday post has been delayed until now because, as I mentioned on Twitter, my grandmother passed away last week. She was 95 years old and until recently was still going up & down her stairs in South Boston. It was not terribly unexpected but that does not make it any less sad and […]

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flax-golden tales: wish dish

wish dish I blame Dr. Seuss. It’s a belief that solidified in my head after all the rhyming, the fish wish dish stuff. I was easily influenced by rhyming things. My mother says I used to try to put a hat on the cat and cry when he wouldn’t wear it. (My mother can’t stand […]

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flax-golden tales: a saturday afternoon quest for power

a saturday afternoon quest for power It’s a stupid thing to search for, she tells me, for about the hundredth time since we started walking. I ask her if it would be better to search for Knowledge and she says that it would. Well, Knowledge is Power, isn’t it? I ask, and that shuts her […]

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several thousand words of pictures, if pictures are indeed worth that many words.

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flax-golden tales: accidental poetry

accidental poetry It’s the easiest way to compose a poem, he tells me. I don’t believe him, but I nod in what I hope is a thoughtful-looking way as he throws the letters up into the air. I make a silent mental note that he used the word compose and not write. We both watch […]

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gone fishing

  I am going on holiday, which always sounds more festive than “on vacation” for some reason. It is mostly a writing holiday. I shall be hiding myself away and working on the new novel. Hopefully getting it something closer to novel-shaped or at least adding more words to my Scrivener file and doing some […]

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flax-golden tales: the storied pasts of carousel ponies

the storied pasts of carousel ponies Once they were real ponies, because that’s how such stories go. (Before that they were real boys, of course. Princes and paupers and a solitary thief, each with their own individual pre-pony story.) It was a curse of some sort, though none of them would tell the same tale […]

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