Two paramedics, a man and a woman wearing green and blue scrubs, toss biscotti to seagulls. They glance out at the open ocean. Behind them, at the old port, their empty ambulance waits. A lone jogger, wearing a sweaty knee brace, runs around the parking lot. He, too,...
Judgement Day Christ he’d always been thin, never a pick on him, but I’d never seen him as thin as he was at that moment, standing there in the kitchen with the grey hair hanging in his face and the rain dripping off him like a drowned dog. Not even the old anorak he...
At my stage of the game I am able to get good blocks of time to write and think at home, but some key element goes missing. I think that element is the time to dream. At Civitella, with the weight of daily cares and obligations lifted, I found myself in a blessed...
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Excerpt From Mata Mata, a children’s musical  Up on the hills of Nomakhanda, there once lived a very unusual kind of tortoise. Yes he had a shell, with thirteen segments like all other mountain tourtoises, and yes, he could pull his head in to hide whenever there was...
