Of art, expression and feelings

“What are you doing?!” Jacob’s mother’s voice thundered from behind, startling him. Jacob looked puzzled at his mother and wondered what was her problem. He had been hard at work painting a watercolor crayon masterpiece on his bedroom wall and he was very happy with the results. His little tongue stuck out through the front teeth… Continue reading

In the garden

In the soft warmth of the evening Jane and Tessa were enjoying a refreshing drink of cold water as they watched the sun slowly widen on the horizon, tingeing the tops of the corn husks in phosphorescent orange. “I think we should grow a quarter acre of peas next year, just to try them out,… Continue reading

Flying castle

“What are you doing, Jenny?” “Nothing, mommy”, the little freckled face replied, fumbling quickly to shove a wobbly paper craft under the bed. She had been working on it all morning and she didn’t want to show it until it was finished. Mommy couldn’t help her curiosity and cast a lingering glance in the general… Continue reading

Chapter III

‘I’m going to clean’ she said to herself with great determination and a positive, uplifting attitude. All around, random piles of junk of various provenances defied her proudly. ‘Who lives here?’ she wondered, in disbelief that she could actually make such a mess all by herself. ‘Later’, she figured, and brewed some fresh coffee. She swept a dubious mix… Continue reading

Who is Francis Rosenfeld?

Question: “Where did you grow up and how did your early experiences influence your writing?” Answer: “I grew up in Glenorchy, Tassie. My parents lived on a little piece of land, half cherry orchard, half vineyard, a few hundred feet from the Cadbury factory, practically my entire childhood smelled like chocolate. My parents didn’t raise me in… Continue reading