For the most part I write short stories, and while many of them were first published in literary journals, in 2014, I had two collections of my stories published at the same time, Mercy with Tartarus Press, which is a beautifully made hardback book, and The View from Endless Street, a paperback published by WiDo. Some of my stories could be described as psychological horror and others as magic realism, and from time to time I write about ghostly things. What interests me most is the inventive ways we deal with what life throws at us, and the ability many of us have to slip easily between our invented worlds and the shared world, as if travelling back and forth down a long worn path.
Ecstasy and terror, quiet anxiety and pompous declarations. Speculations, adventures, and the follies of brothers Woolfy and Scrapo. Brothers in that they are a pair of black woolen gloves.
The duo are more innocent than ignorant. Much of the world at large, as well as humans close at hand, baffles them. Not that such stops them from theorizing, guessing and making wild misassumptions.
This book avoids preciousness simply because of its utter charm.
There are illustrations, and you could probably read this aloud to your child, depending on their disposition.