Lately I do a lot of sorting. There are boxes for foil, tins, glass, paper, card, and milk cartons. I collect compost. Orange peel and burst teabags spill wet, rich fragrance over my hands.
Six years ago I published my first novel. Then my second. Then I started writing a lot of short stories. Then flash fiction, a whole slew of 100 word pieces. Recently I rediscovered my long lost love – poetry. This year, I've found the depths and miniature grace of haiku.
It seems I’m working slowly towards silence.
I write to get things out and down and up, so I can look through them and play with them and see what happens when I spin them round.
I've read too many books in my life. Most of it has been fiction.
I love crime novel,, noirish novels, faintly surreal novels, lush magical realism, poetry, stripped back prose, absurdity, satire, short stories; perceptive, striking, piercing, insightful, lucid, supple, delicous stories.
Thanks so very much for reading my work and commenting, Nikki. I greatly appreciate it and your thoughtful insights.
Thank you, Bill! If I ever find two poems that strike me as suitable, I'll certainly give it a whirl ...
Welcome to Fictionaut! Thanks for commenting on "Helix Poem." Feel free to take the idea and run with it!
Jonathan - I'm always delighted to have new authors recommended to me, thank you! I'll seek it out.
Hello Sam, thanks so much! I love that piece. Love it.
The sentence "It seems I'm working slowly towards silence" reminds me of Enrique Vila Mata's book, Bartleby & Co. You may like it.
Welcome to Fictionaut, Nikki. Glad you enjoyed the work I posted.