Wringing my hands. Ringing? Wringing out. Mary always says I’ve got sweet hands, delicate petals. The woman in me finds that both insulting and flattering. The dainty hands of a poet, which tracks. “Look under the couch,” Mary says from the hallway. She’s painting that wall, from wall to corner to wall to ceiling. I’veContinue reading “Flash”

“I’ve just had the strangest night”

Bảo wasn’t from Glesga, so something about it appealed to him. The way folk kept putting it up there. The way no cunt ever saw it going up. The way it implied that the locals had a certain acrobatic ability. I suppose it encapsulated the place for him. So, on our breaks he was alwaysContinue reading ““I’ve just had the strangest night””

The Battle of Aberdeen

1644 (Also known as The Battle of Justice Mills, or the Crabstane Rout[1]) The Battle of Aberdeen was arguably one of the most climactic events of The Wars of the Three Kingdoms in the mid-17th century. The Wars of the Three Kingdoms were a series of civil disputes fought across Britain, the Scottish portion ofContinue reading “The Battle of Aberdeen”

Bertram de Shotts

(1393) “So, tell me what you know of Bertram de Shotts,” Willielmo said into the flickering semi-darkness. “Hodon,” Baird said. The miller had only introduced himself moments before. He was short and gruff, but there was a certain sharpness to his eyes, glinting out between a pair of heavy sideburns. His home was scented ofContinue reading “Bertram de Shotts”