Mystery author writes novel on walls of cottage – a tweet from Weird Times – the story is written in Chinese so can’t comment on the writing, but the walls are a work of art. Unable to  post the image here (for copyright reasons) but this link will take you straight to it.

Interlude

The rain, forecast yesterday but driven by gales which had arrived overnight, had blown most of the leaves out of sight along with the remains of the summer. It was autumn now and the water table was rising, turning the dips in the fields into pools of marshland where tufts of couch grass reached up through the water like drowning fingers waving in the wind. He found a dry place to sit on a mound between the roots under a tree at the edge of the field. His head was like sheet music, the black notes and beats formed a rhythm that was interrupted only by a string of birdsong that unravelled across the morning as the clouds swept past. He had no idea where the tune had come from – the composition had its own agenda – and the chords struck a new key, one locked away in a layer of his subconscious that he didn’t visit very often. He closed his eyes and as the gales returned a fresh refrain blew in across the fields.

© Diane Becker 2008/09

Two poems, Persistence of Memory and At the End of the Promenade accepted for the forthcoming Goldfish Press anthology, The World According to Goldfish.

A huge thanks to Debra Marler!

There are clouds out there, lit from behind. Though the trees are still, the clouds move at a pace and as I watch them through the viewfinder I’ve shaped with my forefinger and thumb, I realise that even when projected onto a screen that is our galaxy, there comes a moment when we see nothing, are nothing, not even flesh and blood.

Googling analogies. 17200 results in sea …

Googling analogies. 17200 results in search of a simile for hissing like… something less cliched than snakes. Found some interesting comparisons.

Hissing like:

Liberals / a cat / a banshee / an ex-wife / a rabid dog / a mother / a can of spray paint / a bad connection / hedgehogs / a live wire / angry goose / deflating inner tube / soil leaking through a coffin lid / a gas leak / a wild man / a bewildered orchestra / a steam valve / a dying tiger / radiostatic / the sea / a jungle in summer / the wings of a gnat / rain on the pavement / the flow of electricity / a landscape of toads / a demon / wet fuses / rotting garbage / vampires

The pleasure of using analogies it appears, is ‘interestingly subjective …’ however my view is that the only thing that should be ‘hissing like an ex-wife’ is an ex-wife; water + fuses = a hissing like wet fuses – and possibly – the sound of someone screaming. Those in favour of analogies have been warned.

Grey sky. Trees still. Cats asleep. Empt …

Grey sky. Trees still. Cats asleep. Empty.
Night night. Sleep well Dad.

Geoffrey Lumb
Born Huddersfield, West Yorkshire, 05 November 1925.
Died Ulverston, Cumbria, 14 February 2009.

Unwell. Spent afternoon zizzing and eati …

Spent afternoon zizzing and eating bananas. Intrigued to find ‘zizz’ is a real word! http://www.thefreedictionary.com/zizz

What? With 17,000 objects orbiting earth …

What? With 17,000 objects orbiting earth – looks like leaving the planet might not be a viable option http://tinyurl.com/bxozal