by wendymalpass | Jul 1, 2026 | Uncategorized
On belonging to the living world I am standing at the kitchen window looking out into the garden. A red admiral is opening and closing its wings on the head of a thistle. Two jackdaws are arguing on the roof overhead. A pigeon is doing what pigeons do –...
by wendymalpass | Jul 1, 2026 | Uncategorized
On grief, and the life we almost miss The horse chestnut at the edge of the lane is shedding its conkers early. I photographed them the other morning – small, unripe, jettisoned by a tree under stress from the heat – and felt the familiar tightening in my...
by wendymalpass | Feb 14, 2023 | Uncategorized
The first drag tasted like ashes, but Dan held on to his cigarette nevertheless. He leant against the wall next to M&S, feeling the heat in the bricks. He should probably call her. Send a message or a text. But what could he possibly say? “Good luck”...
by wendymalpass | Jan 7, 2022 | Uncategorized
Pants Applying the Seat of the Pants I have a novel to write (several actually but let’s not go into that). I have once again signed up to NanoWrimo and am determined to see it through this time. I have done my advance planning, thought about the plot, have a...
by wendymalpass | Jan 7, 2022 | Uncategorized
Hens Three French Hens Gertie, Ida and Flo arrived about a month ago, dragged from a pen of 50 hens, randomly selected from 900 intensively reared birds now surplus to commercial requirements. Contemplating the destiny of the other 897 breaks my heart. For I have...
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