Category Archives: Mark

No More Afraid

Posted on 21/11/2021 by markrowancropper

In infancy No more Afraid, of the Void That mother will switch off the lightAnd the Darkness will swallow me whole? No more Afraid, of the Monster That my fairy tale book will fall openAt the page of the horrible … Continue reading →

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Who said what, who wanted this or that, who did what, or didn’t: the Confessions of a COVID government teleworker (2)

Posted on 20/06/2021 by writingbrussels

Though George liked to describe himself as “A non-avid user of social media”, as the weeks had gone by, he found the isolating nature of the lockdown had induced him into consulting, much more often than usual, his rarely-viewed Facebook … Continue reading →

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It makes you wonder what is going on behind the scenes: Confessions of a COVID government teleworker (1)

Posted on 19/06/2021 by markrowancropper

“This all reminds me of that film, back in the 70s, ‘Confessions of a Window cleaner’. Why, we could write a book together, only this would have to be called ‘Confessions of a COVID government teleworker’” hailed George, as he … Continue reading →

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Natura naturans (3/3) – Reconsider Life, openly

Posted on 17/07/2020 by writingbrussels

Artwork by Enrique Cropper “In which case” continued George, always keen to have the last word, “there’s only one thing I don’t quite understand.” Michel, Sophie and George’s wife each drew in a small breath, fearing the conversation was about … Continue reading →

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Natura naturans (2/3) – Take a wolf

Posted on 10/07/2020 by writingbrussels

Photo: JOOIN Creative Commons The word “Ridiculous” resounded across the barbecue table. George was now in a tricky situation. Should he continue to engage with his lively guest? Of course, after all, for George, engagement was the highest form of … Continue reading →

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