Historical setting: A dark age along the Channel off Gaul Seated as I am, the last rower of this facing, my forward view is of the shoulders of thirty-one other men all moving evenly in the dance tempo of the row. Each man has his shield facing the sea above his oarlock, and onContinue reading “Post #8.4, Tuesday, May 12, 2020”
Category Archives: Historical Fiction
Post #8.3, Thursday, May 7, 2020
Historical setting: A dark age along the Saxony Shore of Gaul It is the dance. “II, I, Pull,” over and again in 3/8 time, the Hora, it is without the full circle of the wedding. We’re all aligned facing back. “II, I, Pull, II, I, Pull,” shoulder-to-shoulder together in the drumbeat of the dance.Continue reading “Post #8.3, Thursday, May 7, 2020”
Post #8.2, Wednesday, May 6, 2020
Historical setting: A dark age in Gaul While I was off in quietude knitting odds and ends of the yarns of memory into some kind of fabric of facts or dreams, the good doctor was visiting the shipyard where the old hull of the dromon is being stitched back to purpose. He is reporting toContinue reading “Post #8.2, Wednesday, May 6, 2020”
Post #8.1, Tuesday, May 5, 2020
Historical setting: A dark age on the Saxony Shore of Gaul God knows I’m thankful for glimpses into memory of a wife and for the gentle thoughts of touches — the warmth of earthly breath and fragrance — all these remembrances of love shared. I know earth’s metaphors speak a truth of so manyContinue reading “Post #8.1, Tuesday, May 5, 2020”
Post #7.14, Thursday, April 30, 2020
Historical setting: A dark age in Gaul Dear God, guide my feet, my heart, my remembering. Thank you for strength and healing. And thank you also for Dr. Neifus, though not understanding, at least he is respectful of my need for this solitude. Thank you for staying near. I ponder the glimpses of memory.Continue reading “Post #7.14, Thursday, April 30, 2020”
Post #7.13, Wednesday, April 29, 2020
Historical setting: A dark age in Gaul, probably 462 C.E. I beg the doctor. “Please let me go alone for my prayers.” “Lazarus, my boy, you know the dangers of walking alone into the woods.” “So you think Nantes has its woods filled with robbers wielding dead tree stalks for clubs, waitingContinue reading “Post #7.13, Wednesday, April 29, 2020”
Post #7.12, Tuesday, April 28,2020
Historical setting: A dark age in Gaul, some say 562 C.E. “I remember the Roman galley which I can see right now from this place where I sit on the harbor wall. And it is still hanging from the ropes for repairs. I would guess my healing is coming better than the repairs of rotContinue reading “Post #7.12, Tuesday, April 28,2020”
Post #7.11, Thursday, April 23, 2020
Historical setting: 562 C.E. Gaul, but Lazarus is remembering Clovis in 495 “Why do I remember bits of times that make an argument with the kind doctor? I want to refute these politics that Dr. Neifus doesn’t even think belong in this generation. I defend. “That King, Clovis, has no respect for the faith.”Continue reading “Post #7.11, Thursday, April 23, 2020”
Post #7.10, Wednesday, April 22, 2020
Historical setting: 562 C.E. Gaul, remembering 497 C.E. I argue what I remember with the doctor. “I do remember Nantes when it was an important Roman shipyard and a thriving port.” “It’s the Emperor’s dream that even here in Gaul the Empire will again be Roman. The wish is called the ‘Justinian recovery.’ PerhapsContinue reading “Post #7.10, Wednesday, April 22, 2020”
Post #7.9, Tuesday, April 21, 2020
Historical setting: A dark age in Gaul The doctor doubts my memory. But there are some things I know. “I know I am Lazarus, friend of Jesus, and I think I might work as a scribe and I remember that I’m often the one to take the gospels to the Christian fringe.” Through theContinue reading “Post #7.9, Tuesday, April 21, 2020”
Lazarus Ink 