Can you think of a better place than an entire house filled with books and art for a group of writers and artists to meet once a month to dive into craft?
I can’t.
Besides lending itself to good company, tasty nibbles, and an occasional flute of prosecco, The House of Hanging Words, thusly dubbed by some band of merry scribes, offers a space rife with inspiration. Ideas fly off its sunny walls, funnel thoughts through furiously scribbling pens, and splash them onto sheaves of pristine paper, as they did here…
I know myself linked by chains of fire –
hot-white,
orange tongues stretching backwards in time Continue reading
















