The artist and writer Laura Grace Ford speaks of ‘the stain of a place’. I understand this as referring to something so ‘lived in’ that you can never remove the traces it has left; spaces that trigger personal as well as generalised ghosts. I’ve always found it hard speaking about my home town. Natives areContinue reading “The indelible mark of your home town”
Category Archives: selected writing
A Past Returning To Haunt and all Roads Forward Blocked…(?)
A short story of my last 10 years. (an image took within January/February period of 2005, when I was 21) I began writing this (using ‘blind cell-phone-keying-in’, a skill picked up in a time of an information frenzy and endless precarity) whilst walking upon the Pennine hills to the west of the urban settlement IContinue reading “A Past Returning To Haunt and all Roads Forward Blocked…(?)”
Solitary trip to the capital
On the London underground… How can anyone be fully conscious and aware? in a city the size of London?; one moves so fast that it is virtually impossible to do so. There’s no long gaps between the trams, no places devoid of advertisements or ‘people a plenty’ (both of which require one to compare his/herContinue reading “Solitary trip to the capital”
John B Ledger 