Recently arrived from the mangrove, the crabs were still covered in dirt. Their legs and claws, used to the slimy comfort of the mud, now struggled to paddle on the tiles of the apartment’s veranda. 211 more words
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Been a while since my last update. I’ve been busy finishing some overdue projects and pieces I had promised. Today’s post is a real treat, however: the weird sci-fi retro-future of the Polish artist… 368 more words
Once upon a time, there was a broadcast medium called “radio”, and it was the primary way everyone in America and parts of the world were entertained. 303 more words
It’s been a while since I provided an update on what I’m up to as regards writing, so here it is.
I’ve more or less completed a compilation of the letters between Sir John Franklin, the Arctic explorer whose biography I wrote some years back, and his fiancée the poet Eleanor Anne Porden. 453 more words