Author Archives: memoirsofahusk
No, what I meant was… Or, why words can never be truly domesticated
I had one or two very strange responses (not online) to my recent post, the one ending (for now) this blog’s cataleptic period. They made me think thoughts I’d never really thunk before. Or not in this direction (I’ll explain … Continue reading
Where were we? Oh, yes, the prof’s news and my writing
Well, the prof’s news is much more exciting, so let’s get my writing out of the way shall we? I don’t know if you noticed but I pretty much stopped blogging in 2019. It’d become a full-time occupation – but … Continue reading
How nice to see you! Come on in, the kettle’s on
I’ll get the tray. Piece of cake to go with your tea? Go on, sticky malt loaf cake, it’s yummy. When was it we met for that meal in Krakow? Before the pandemic? No! Has it really been that … Continue reading
Strange voices, strange times
I’ve always been shy, happier backstage than performing. But recently I’ve been lured into reading poetry. Invisibly! I recently had a new (short) poem published in the first of a two-volume anthology on the theme of Deep Time from Black … Continue reading
Reaching for the light
How are you? Contagion is not confined to the physical, is it? I hope you are coping with the anxiety, the frustration, the uncertainty. We are living through difficult times. The way we are used to doing things has been … Continue reading
Fancy a ramble?
I know. No more blogging I said. Well, this is the exception that proves the rule. And it’s a long one. So, make a pot of tea or coffee, cut a slice of cake – whatever you fancy – and … Continue reading
MEMOIRS OF A HUSK 