Himalayan Blues Week 17, Wednesday March 12th 1913 How I wish I had never heard of this infernal flower. I have gazed upon it many times in my feverish dreams, so desperate am I to see it for myself. As it now stands, my quest is temporarily thwarted. I lie here, wounded, a piece of […]
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Sign up for next month’s newsletter content updates, artworks, competition news (and frogs) – direct to your inbox May 2024 Newsletter Reading time: about 5 minutes May wol have no slogardie a-night. So true, Geoff, so true. At EGG+FROG, we’ll certainly be banging the keys all hours to bring you another month of literary mania.
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Inspirations #1 ‘Inspirations’ is our sometime feature where our writers delve into the genesis of their work and/or their creative process. Follow the links to fall in love with them all over again, or visit our ever-growing Archive to discover new favourites. Contents: 1. david lambert 2. Jennifer Todd 3. Rebecca miles 4. Dominic palmer
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Removal The room seems to have more shadows with it bare. Empty shelves. There had been vases and books and objects, articles of life. Modern art in oak frames; how cultured they were, their easy touch of class. He runs his hand on the wood: feeling fragments, smelling dust. Remembers a wonky selfie shot on
I thought of you I thought of you as gentle sun light dancing in my hair, and as the dandelion seeds that float on hazy air I thought of you as springtime rain that falls and runs away, and as the sweet pink honey in the clover,
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Reenactment The history books said that it must take place on the twenty-second of January. Lying in bed, dressed in a plain white gown, head covered by a lace veil decorated with myrtle leaves, Alex Osborne wondered if people would be angry. At the head of the bed, Malcolm had hung a circular black and
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Barcelona During the night I play dead for 6 hours or so, my last rites sung out by drunken voices on the Rambla. There is a wine spot in my dreams, which always seem to take place at the end of my second cousin’s quinceañera. You’re always there – of course you are – your
One Step at a time Early morning, the dawn weaker than milky tea. At the bedroom window, mug in hand, Dulcie watches the cars and buses creep—slow and stop, then creep—slow and stop, brake lights reflected red in the puddles. Soon, the season will slip; summer bending to autumn’s sway. Ice will blossom on the
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Sign up for next month’s newsletter content updates, artworks, competition news (and frogs) – direct to your inbox April 2024 Newsletter Reading time: about 5 minutes Someone once said, ‘April is the coolest month.’ At least, we think that’s how it goes. Anyway – we couldn’t agree more! We can finally bid good riddance to
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Dead Man talking Old Szymon Parker died while flower petals whirled themselves into soft gray pools of rain. I called him Creaky. He only left his apartment Sunday mornings to drink coffee and smoke on the patio at the diner on 2nd Avenue. In the winters, when he couldn’t smoke indoors, he’d take his coffee
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