WANDERING BARD
Sleet turned to hail as the sky darkened into evening. An occasional streetlight still functioned, flickering with a dull orange glow, but Tiffany was grateful when the last working lamp
The view from here is the border: the lake, close-up, is vertical. Not so much water as law and order. The word for it might disappear, the road run
Trains. They are still the love of our Japanese life! Since the duck and I take trains pretty regularly now, we’ve had lots of opportunities to make mistakes, and learn
I feel so depressed when I hear: ‘We have to go back to being English.’ What’s that, for heaven’s sake? Those are just words, they don’t give any meaning
I think this idea of cultural appropriation makes white writers like me be very nervous about representing anyone in their fiction that doesn’t look like them or doesn’t come from
Travelling has given me such a respect for how places and contexts shape communities and vice versa … I think it has given me understanding and it is an influence
I like the idea of leaving work in the landscape … creating something where it has fallen, where the environment has nurtured it, and leaving it there for people to
