A selection of fiction, essays, and reviews, and some reflections on the creative life.
(‘stravaig’, Scots, v.: to wander, roam, daunder, drift…)
Notes on a Bruise
I rocked from foot to foot in the middle of the Widows of Culloden collection…
The Outlier
We leave the game unfinished—tiles hidden, scores untallied—and Dad goes to bed.