writing

Pencil Pad

in my uncomprehending but fascinated early teens my dad passed me his copy of ‘Haveth Childers Everywhere’

I remain seduced by the multiple ways art confronts language in the abyssal zone between out-sounding and de-meaning

I try to make for that multiple along the unmarked paths of both verse and shortish fiction

selections of both are included here

they are available free to download

 
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