" But Edinburgh is a mad god’s dream   Fitful and dark, " -  Hugh MacDiarmid  (1892–1978): “Edinburgh” So I travell...

Irena dipped a hand into the bucket and scattered a handful of the dry sand. "I didn't do anything. At least...I was hungry, so I...

Gia started to run as well, and Irena was forced into a trot to keep up, her bare feet stumbling in the sandy dirt. She turned a corner and...

Say hello to Sparrow Jones, the nine year old leader of the Brats. Sparrow lives in Garden City - a bright, idyllic, leafy pla...

I sleep surrounded by books. They are stacked in papery towers on the floor, jammed two deep on the shelves, and even hold my bedside lamp u...

I want to tell you of beautiful things like how the leaves on the cherry trees hang in the autumn air as if they've been pasted on ...

The river went deeper than Brim's head, and wider than he could swim. Mam had taught him in the shallows when he grew big enough to co...