Actual author meets implied reader – or doesn’t
In which we consider the author, the author’s imagined reader and the author’s actual reader, and the gaps between them.
Stepping through the gates of autumn
A photo essay about stepping through the gates of autumn in various years – illustrated with October photos mostly from GBG365.
An Autumn Haunted Cinquain – a seasonal poem
An Autumn Haunted Cinquain is a poem of horror and fog – and about words and wordplay on Twitter. A poem from 10 years ago, revisited.
A post-Covid cricket in the Antique Halls café
The chirupping of a cricket in Gothenburg’s Antique Halls is a puzzle, as I try out the writing-friendly qualities of the Latteria
Shanks’s pony is getting tired
Shanks’s Pony is an old idiom for feet and walking. I’ve been having problems with my feet – they don’t like carrying me any more.
You can’t balance on the tipping point
We live our life making choices, but sometimes our choices take us over a tipping point and we have to live with the consequences.
Doggerland to Aeyland and back in time for tea
Doggerland is the made-up name for a place that really existed and for which there is archaeological evidence. Aeyland is complete fiction.
Of the muse Clio and other daemons
Over on the website of Pens Around the World, every second week, we publish writing prompts as Pensives. Last week, one of the prompts my friend Debbie Hubbard gave us was about writers’ muses. She asked “Do you have a muse?“ My answer is, Yes, I do. Kind of. Clio Once upon a long ago, … More…
From the reservoir: a decade of TheSupercargo in August
After all these years of writing for TheSupercargo, there’s a reservoir of posts stretching back for more than a decade. Here are some.
Hundred Waters at the Skerry Port
A photo essay from the Hundretwasser (Hundred-waters) retrospective currently at the Nordic Watercolour Museum in Tjörn.