Historical Setting: The Great Skellig in an unknown time This darkness has a cruel waking. The dream left me floundering in the hot dark sea, and Cloothar is calling me to save him, but I can’t move. He is sinking down, and I can’t reach him. I just let him go. Deep, dark, lost… TheContinue reading “#81.3 Thursday, June 4, 2026”
Category Archives: Historical Fiction
#81.2 Wednesday, June 3, 2026
Historical Setting: The Great Skellig in an unknown time It is afternoon when others come to drag the chipped tombstone away, probably to a service for the burial of the dead. The hermit and the three of us broken beings wait quietly inside while people are talking outside this cell. First, crunching footsteps, now aContinue reading “#81.2 Wednesday, June 3, 2026”
#81.1 Tuesday, June 2, 2026
Historical Setting: The Great Skellig in an unknown time Inside a stacked stone cell, its eye’s pupil opens at the top to the morning sky’s brightness. Here is also the doorway opened allowing in some light and sound from the outside while the little monk is just outside chipping on a stone. I ache withContinue reading “#81.1 Tuesday, June 2, 2026”
#80.12 Thursday, May 28, 2026
Historical Setting: A stone hovel in an unknown time We once had a direction to sail. But surely these rocks rising here from the sea are not what we intended. We were following around the southern coastline of the English island, then we planned to go a good distance to the north expecting to oneContinue reading “#80.12 Thursday, May 28, 2026”
#80.11 Wednesday, May 27, 2026
Historical Setting: A stone hovel in an unknown time On this new day I linger in the straw thinking I’ll move but thinking doesn’t make it so. I’m watching the nearly dawn sky, then a fog through the eyelet of the stones at what is surely the eastern arc of this hovel. My clarity ofContinue reading “#80.11 Wednesday, May 27, 2026”
#80.10 Tuesday, May 26, 2026
Historical Setting: a stone hovel in an unknown time I’m laid out inside a cavern of neatly stacked stone with a large, boney canine guarding my every move while the little monk, who rescued me is away. When the wooly little man comes in the canine hobbles on her three legs into the dark toContinue reading “#80.10 Tuesday, May 26, 2026”
#80.9 Thursday, May 21, 2026
Historical Setting: Yet unknown How long had I been thrashing in the sea – days – nights – years – eons? It is the same moon that comes and goes repeating its phases like old language prayers, void of first meaning but savored in reliable repetition. My shiver was noticed. He looks my way andContinue reading “#80.9 Thursday, May 21, 2026”
#80.7 Tuesday, May 19, 2026
Historical Setting: washing on rocks in an unknown time Dear God, how long must I be of earth? How long must I cling to tattered memories of human sounds? Dull, aching, cold — I know this healing hurt too well. Thank you, God, for the healing and hope and strength for the hurt. The tideContinue reading “#80.7 Tuesday, May 19, 2026”
#80.6 Thursday, May 14, 2026
Historical Setting: At sea, around Anglia, 794 C.E. We are sailing on a northeast wind straight into a storm this night, and neither of us has traveled this way to recognize if this shadow of a distant land is the turning place, or just a dark cloud over this very wide bay. Cloothar finds thisContinue reading “#80.6 Thursday, May 14, 2026”
#80.4 Tuesday, May 12, 2026
Historical Setting: At sea, 794 C.E. I’m staying with the boat at the Ludonwec market port while Cloothar explores the city. While waiting here, I’ve discovered he keeps a chest of coins under the heap of black moldy monk’s robes he intends to sell in Iona. But I think he meant to keep me fromContinue reading “#80.4 Tuesday, May 12, 2026”
