I did three audio recordings recently, just me talking about my novel. I started working with a writing mentor during Covid, and although it was like pulling teeth to get anything written in advance of our meetings, eventually I was able to produce some complete scenes that became chapters, and now I have 70K words.... Continue Reading →
The Frog King, A Grimms Fairy tale A long long time ago, when wishing could still lead to something, there lived a king whose daughters were all beautiful, but the youngest was so beautiful that the sun itself, who had seen so many things, simply marvelled every time it shone on her face. Now close... Continue Reading →
Wednesday morning I walked a route from my starting point at Place de l'Horloge to each of my three resting places and then home. It was good to be out in the city without the Féria crowds. It was a bit like being under siege all weekend until things wound down on Monday. On the... Continue Reading →
My third resting place is the Square de la Couronne (Crown). There was, at one time, a nearby gate through which several kings of France entered the fortified city of Nîmes. A cemetery once occupied this land, but it was moved further from the city centre in 1780. The Romans also had burial grounds on... Continue Reading →
Yesterday I stumbled across this post on a website usually reserved for gossip, missing cats, and complaints. What touched me was the journey the jacket made from wearer, to thrift shop, to another. And all the time, the face of this man in his youth, quietly hidden away. How fragile these objects are, how easily... Continue Reading →
Emma Taylor
Prerna Uppal. There is this place I go to often, especially when my mind-heart is aflutter, the anxiety-shaped sunbird flapping its wings in a desperate bid to escape this mortal rib cage. I commune with a particular tree friend who grounds me, advises me and holds me. A tuning fork for the soul. But that’s... Continue Reading →
My second resting place is Place Gabriel Péri, in front of the large Eglise St. Baudile. This area holds many memories for me because my mother, when she had to move from her apartment in the old central section of Nimes, the Ecusson, in 2011, she found a flat on the top floor of a... Continue Reading →
My first resting place is a small park near our apartment. To reach it I exit the front door onto the square and turn left. Another left onto Rue de la Madeleine, which eventually brings me to another square, Place aux Herbes. In front of me is the enormous cathedral, the Cathédrale Notre-Dame-et-Saint-Castor, parts of... Continue Reading →