Tag Archives: John Ravenscroft

Walking Upside-down In my dreams, the good ones, Mary Iris McCormack – Mim for short – is forever doing handstands, her knees bent, her feet planted flat against the redbrick playground wall. The skirt of her school uniform hangs like a soft green bell about the half-hidden clapper of her head, and when she turnsContinue reading “Walking Upside Down. Fiction by John Ravenscroft”

This House is Old   When I was born – seems long ago – This house already knew that woe And joy are mixed by time’s slow flow. That mix (plus bricks) births quid pro quo A pact all ancient houses know… Old houses secrets keep, below Until a digger seeks to know   AndContinue reading “This House is Old. A poem by John Ravenscroft”

(photo unavailable) Crazy Gene I fear I’ll do some damage one fine day…’ (Paul Simon – Still Crazy After All These Years) When I was six years old my father went mad and attacked himself with a hammer. People don’t go mad these days, not like they used to. They have phobias and ‘episodes’ andContinue reading “Crazy Gene. Short Fiction by by John Ravenscroft”