Here we are in October already. Time slides like the graceful trickster it is. Days lived, weeks lived, months lived – I’ve been telling more stories than ever before, but new written work that’s made it through to publication is thin on the ground.
In which Tom has had a dream of a new edition of Sometimes a Wild God; old-new words; and his son learns to say ‘Baba Yaga…’
It’s been a long time since I wrote here. It’s been a long time since I wrote anywhere, more than a biro scribble on the back of a receipt, usually a shopping list or the phone number of someone I should call about something that I can’t quite remember, probably something to do with the mighty Hedgespoken truck. I look back on long days of leisure with a laugh, not bitterly, but with amazement.
The book of the poem, Sometimes a Wild God, has gone on sale in the Hedgespoken Press online shop.
Very soon, we’ll be putting these beautiful books for sale in our online shop – here’s some previews and a link to the shop…
Two massive events are making waves in my soul’s world. One is a joyous thing. The other is a strong thing and a painful thing, and one of which it is hard to write.
If you’ve been in some kind of slumber recently, or you wandered off into a darkened room and forgot how to get out, you may have missed the fact that Rima and I have been hatching a plan…
Hedgespoken – a vehicle for the imagination: a travelling off-grid theatre truck, and our new home