Speechless

While on my way to the funeral of an old friend's mother today and reflecting on death, a poem sprang to mind but I couldn't focus or write, I was speechless. Speechless because of the wanton horror of events in Manchester. Speechless because I can't fathom how consumed with hatred the perpetrators of such an…Read more Speechless

DESCEND

Immobile, leg encased in plaster, climb the 30 steps, ascend to comfort and sanctuary. No time to think or talk, no time to write with too much time. Two months of tv movies and dinners, old books read again. Until the time came, when the leg awoke, became a thousand tiny living creatures, a paper…Read more DESCEND

The Rare Archival Photos Behind ‘Killers of the Flower Moon’

While investigating the heinous Osage murders for my new book, Killers of the Flower Moon: The Osage Murders and the Birth of the FBI I also came to know the victims’ faces, by David Grann One day in 2012, when I was visiting the Osage Nation Museum, in Oklahoma, I saw a panoramic photograph on the…Read more The Rare Archival Photos Behind ‘Killers of the Flower Moon’

NOTORIOUS

via Daily Prompt: Notorious It was exciting to be there at the Paris Omnisport in Bercy. Even getting there was fun, the five of us, arriving late, checking in before taking the Metro because it was rush hour and we were late already. 'Five tickets for Bercy,' our guide asked, in English. The ticket attendant…Read more NOTORIOUS

Wisdom

Ten people attended the ceremony, an evening meal in summer sunshine. Some drank wine, others, water. A warm, summer breeze blew through the windows, eight of them in this peculiar room that hung suspended over the river, flowing below. Incense burned but there was no solemnity, just curiosity and an underlying note of joy. The…Read more Wisdom

FARCE

via Daily Prompt: Farce The orange faced buffoon centre stage, gesticulates, his fingers point, effeminately. In the background, bit players, lackeys and yea-sayers smile, grovel and fawn while, in the foreground, uniformed bullies beat the undergrowth.  'Is this a farce?' asks a bemused onlooker. 'Oh no, it's real,' he's told.