I confess that I have never had a professional relationship with a window cleaner. This isn’t a matter of policy but of pure chance. After all, I live in a barge. Our windows, portholes or whatever, are all at a sensible height. I can clean them all in less than half an hour. Similarly window … More Cleaning windows
When I was a child on the streets of Port Naain, there was a phrase that struck with me, ‘You’ve been feeding the mimes again.’ This was a way of saying that you were in trouble and had brought it upon yourself. I confess that I never thought a lot about it. But then I … More Don’t feed the mimes
In Port Naain, people get married. This can be done comparatively simply and cheaply at the Hall of Records. All the happy couple need do is sign the paperwork, pay over one vintenar, and you are married. Notice of the wedding is posted widely on various official noticeboards and anybody who objects, like another spouse, … More Brides, blushing or otherwise
Maljie, (who changed into something less formal and more suited to a pleasant summer’s day) captured by Jen People do comment, from time to time, (but never within earshot of Maljie) that here in the Shine of Aea in Her Aspect as the Personification of Tempered Enthusiasm, our services lack a certain style. It may … More Observing the Ecclesiastical niceties.
There is doubtless much to be said for amateur theatre, some of it probably printable in a respectable publication. Certainly it is not a medium that a reputable poet would wish to become entangled in. I lay the blame firmly at the door of my oldest friend, Calina Salin. She is a fine dancer, but … More Art for Art’s Sake