I do use made-up words in my fiction, peppered in amongst the English … for example, ‘gracekeeper’ is not a word … I just thought it sounded nice and had good connections with what I […]
Category: Wandering Bards
Red Rock, by Alessandro Pozzolo
I sat on the raw wood bench outside the hut. The sun had yet to show from behind the rugged peaks, and the whole big mass of Mount Cevedale towered over me. Jagged peaks and […]
On the Road, by Alicia J. Rouverol
On the Road to Ormskirk I find pavement I have driven before in another state, across a border, across an ocean that divided me from some other place, where I spoke to people in a […]
Making Macarons in Paris, by Isobel Kay
A Short, Sweet Lesson in French-Muslim History ‘Parfait, Alice!’ Our instructor Guillaume, a French pastry chef, claps his hands in rapturous satisfaction. My twelve-year-old daughter carries on whisking the ganache, hiding as best she can behind […]
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