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.
I’m beginning to migrate certain pieces of writing over from coyopa.net in a fairly non-organised fashion. This piece kept circling my mind after last weekend’s Uncivilisation festival, stalking me until I stopped and let it tell me its particular, secret story. It must be five years since I wrote it, perhaps more. Enjoy. This is an excerpt… Continue reading The Falcon’s Child – an excerpt
HIS LUNGS ARE BURNING. He feels as if he is carrying two fiery wounds on his chest. Pain is marching through Digger’s body as he leans, hands on his knees, and wonders how, or even if, he will manage the next stage of the run. The chill wind cools the sweat quickly on his skin;… Continue reading Beltane