Historical setting: A dark age in Gaul At this waking there is no river or soaking hull and I can see dimly through a loose weave of gauze. The ceiling is beam and stucco and the house is very small. Someone is here with me, and as I move he takes notice and comesContinue reading “Post #7.8, Thursday, April 16, 2020”
Category Archives: Historical Fiction
Post #7.7, Wednesday, April 15, 2020
Historical setting: A dark age in Gaul At this waking I’m lying in the soaking hull, but now I can see a pale of light through strips of bandages. That brings a promise of healing and an assurance of again having sight. “The hull is taking on water faster than men can pumpContinue reading “Post #7.7, Wednesday, April 15, 2020”
Post #7.6, Tuesday, April 14, 2020
Historical setting: A dark age in Gaul At this waking I hear the sounds of the oars and the groaning in effort against wind driven current. I can feel the pulse of the river rills moving under my shoulders, as I lay here on the boards of hull, spine to spine with ship. FreshContinue reading “Post #7.6, Tuesday, April 14, 2020”
Good Friday, Post #7.5.1, Friday, 4-10-2020
Historical setting: A dark age in Gaul The relentless love of God for all Creation riles the prayerless who fear the power of forgiveness. The Romans feared. The persecutors of the Jews feared. … Fear guises as power and commits executions. Jesus, I’m remembering you in this darkness. I hear the Roman guardContinue reading “Good Friday, Post #7.5.1, Friday, 4-10-2020”
Maunday Thursday, Post #7.5, April,9, 2020
Historical setting: A dark age in Gaul The wait is long. I remember in glimpses. We are pouring the wine – there is plenty yet we share. We are passing the wine and the bread. We have songs – the old psalms – the running over cup – the table spread before our enemies.Continue reading “Maunday Thursday, Post #7.5, April,9, 2020”
Post #7.4, Wednesday, April 8, 2020
Historical setting: A dark age in Gaul Jesus is here with so many followers even before our table servants are here. Martha is still in the kitchen instructing the cooks and probably arranging and rearranging the olives and bay leaves onto the platters for the still roasting meats. Martha does obsess over details. WhileContinue reading “Post #7.4, Wednesday, April 8, 2020”
Post #7.3, Tuesday, April 7, 2020
Historical setting: A dark age in Gaul The cold night wind comes down through this dark. I can hear the sounds of night terrors – the scream of a weasel loosing the life battle with a lion. This night is filled with beasts. I hear the ravages, licking and tugging at the meats. The winningContinue reading “Post #7.3, Tuesday, April 7, 2020”
Post #7.2, Thursday, April 2, 2020
Historical setting: A dark age in Gaul More voices stir around in the darkness. “Look, it seems to be a man here who was stripped and beaten and yet this horror is all so close to this busy road.” “Has no one passed this way yet and taken notice?” “Why doesn’tContinue reading “Post #7.2, Thursday, April 2, 2020”
Post #7.1, Wednesday, April 1, 2020
Historical setting: A dark age in Gaul It seems it isn’t death because death doesn’t have touch or taste or an ache in the head. Perhaps this dark is night or maybe I seem to have forgotten how to open my eyes… or move… or make a sound to call for … I’ve forgotten whoContinue reading “Post #7.1, Wednesday, April 1, 2020”
Post #6.13, Tuesday, March 31, 2020
Historical setting: 562 C.E. Gaul Now I set out on my walk as George returns to his cell in the monastery to await his horsemen with their weapons. He tells me when I see him next he will be Gregory, Bishop of Tours. Gregory will be his new priestly name and his aspiration isContinue reading “Post #6.13, Tuesday, March 31, 2020”
Lazarus Ink 