What a trip! From the June highs of hypertext and IF to the poetry and old fashioned story I’ve been riding the tide of traditional tale telling to its simplest form.
Perhaps it was the influence of William Gay and Peter Taylor that brought me from my treed shoe and pigeon around to the city fire escapes and magical realism and now to red-bellied birds borne on witches’ wings to where the high cliffs meet the sea.
Wither thou goest, I will go.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology