Category Archives: Creative writing

Driving isolates us from one another windows up, I watch the cinema of the road of the street of the passing fields in some cars are reciprocatory in others are actors in dramas

Layers of moth-eaten wool like Joseph’s coat variegations knit by many nimble fingers broken down by rough wear on the street and under the crooked corregations of home

Sun dances on the driveway which simmers under the unexpect baking having emerged from its cosy ice blanket just a week ago. The air is summer warm Pappa in his tee shirt is vacuuming the car mats