Louis Girard hated Father Babineaux. His high lisp as he intoned the sermons, his sunken cheeks and the way his fingers moved like spider legs as he touched his rosary. Yet, far more disturbing were his pink lips—full and sensuous, suggesting desires far from God’s grace. Louis prayed to his favourite saint, Theonius, for intervention. … More The Vestry
Pema Chodron always gives me strength and a grasp on the bigger picture. “Compassionate action starts with seeing yourself when you start to make yourself right and when you start to make yourself wrong. At that point you could just contemplate the fact that there is a larger alternative to either of those, a more … More Compassionate action
This poem by Robert Graves inspired me whilst writing Stone Circle – it is infused with magic and myth. The story behind the poem is about the magicians Math and Gwydion. They ‘take the flowers of the oak, and the flowers of the broom, and the flowers of the meadowsweet, and from those they conjured up the fairest and most beautiful … More Hans Blodeuwedd
The young woman frowned as Edie reached for her phone. ‘The retreat starts now,’ she said, her eyes clear and untroubled, two still pools of water. Edie imagined this superior being lived each tranquil day the same as the last. ‘But it’s beeping,’ said Edie. ‘I think it’s important.’ The woman picked up the device … More Mahamaya
1946 The culprit was never found. For years after, George dreamt of the blue-tinged body, the floral dress bubbling with air as the river flowed beneath it. He seized her ankles and dragged her to shore. On his haunches he retched on the loamy earth, the smell of putrefaction in his nostrils. His breathing was … More Double Vision
