‘After almost a month passed and we had not heard from you, my father asked your mother if he should approach his friends in the police department and look for you. but your mother refused. ‘I know my daughter. she will not come back unless she wants to. she doesn’t want to, yet.’
Category: Wandering Bards
EP. 12 | yvonne battle-felton on finding the right publisher
Yvonne Battle Felton discusses her publishing experience and the how she found an editor for her first novel, ‘Remembered’.
Ep. 11 | Ellie Moore
I paint a lot of the landscapes that I see as I’m hiking … sometimes it’s the view I get … More
Ep. 10 | Gary Budden
Whatever the mainstream narrative is, there may be some truth to that narrative but … there are always many other … More
Ep. 8 | Kirsty Logan
I do use made-up words in my fiction, peppered in amongst the English … for example, ‘gracekeeper’ is not a … More
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 … More
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 … More
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 … More
