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
Do you have a muse? Long ago I co-opted Clio, muse of history, but like Rudyard Kipling’s cat, she walks by herself and isn’t very reliable.
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.
Call it Huxley in a Comedy of Manners
A reading diary entry reviewing This Much Huxley Knows, Kalla det vad fan du vill and Love in a Cold Climate and presenting them as Comedies of Manners.
Guilty secret – flash fiction
Guilty secret is a piece of flash fiction originally published last year in Far Flung, the last Writers Abroad anthology.