Fiction
| Short Story
A Gathering of Crows
‘…The dream is a dark lagniappe. The crows are in flight. There are hundreds of them…hundreds of them…flying in a circle It’s early…early in the morning…or evening… I can’t be sure of which… the, the, clouds are touched with gold and steel. I see their eyes…their three lobed eyes blink with slick greasy ease… their […]
Fiction
| Short Story
Cyclops
…the cyclops makes monsters of us all” Roy Braithwaite (taken from a taped recording made by his Niece Geraldine Braithwaite 1987)
