JOHN IRVING CLARKE Edward, they say, Edward, this is not the end of anything, this is a new chapter opening. The ranked high-backed chairs in uniform green, the parked walking frames and the assemblage of vacant faces is a new…
Talking to the Birds
Fiction
The MinDimBit
SILVANO GREGOLI Canberra, April 1995 It’s almost time to leave. Four years in Australia and the chapter is already closing. At this point it is customary to put together a few souvenirs. The first one is ready. It is a…
Land of Dreams, John Irving Clarke’s New Captivating Novel
JOHN IRVING CLARKE Chapter One Cassandra Jackson I love him to bits. Of course, I do. He’s absolutely gorgeous. Sometimes when he’s asleep I look at those lovely long eyelashes curling up and I watch his gentle breathing, the soft…
Requiem for “L’Eclisse” (epitaph)
SILVANO GREGOLI Gaspare Lobino (pseudonym of Silvano Gregoli) took a step back and looked at his desk with a tired eye. The ancient behemoth had eight drawers, eight mouths full of notebooks of various sizes, scattered sheets of paper, old…
Flying in the Water
SILVIA PIO Born by the sea, she lived in a fisherman’s shack with her parents and a number of brothers and sisters, and by the sea she remained. During the day, she went down to the beach and sat with…
Frozen Ground
SILVIA PIO The morning they buried her husband, four men had to come and dig because the earth was hard as marble. It had been two days since he died. The sutrau, the sexton, had wanted to wait a bit…
StonyMoon or HoneyMoon?
SILVANO GREGOLI I recently witnessed two unusual events. Unusual in themselves, first; then doubly unusual because, although random in nature, they were mysteriously connected. The first event took place in the waiting room of a barbershop in Italy. As I…