In ‘Home, Like Dying Embers’ part 3 we meet Parker – a trumpet player with a troubled soul and a love for his instrument. Parker is a man who believes his life is full of intangible things, even his girlfriend seems intangible, but perhaps it is full of mysteries waiting to be revealed.
In part 2 of ‘Home, Like Embers’ Hannah sets out on her journey to show her sick father the old photograph of the family. But along the way she follows the sound of jazz and meets an exotic stranger.
Home, Like Dying Embers is a weekly – fortnightly story series and bit of an experiment in self discipline. One of the problems many writers face is the inability to finish what they begin, including me. And while I don’t believe in lumping all your stories onto your blog, I do believe in sprinkling them out like fairy dust … let them exist … breathe or eventually splutter and die. Live and learn. But let them exist. Another reason I began this story is to play with prose. You can map out a story (called plotting and not overly recommended) or you can let your characters follow their feet. This is what Home, Like Embers is all about, seeing where my characters will go next; inspired by a recent writing workshop with the wonderful Claire Keegan. Some of the characters are also based on my experiences while living in Berlin, and they are rarely exaggerated, merely reshaped. The story begins with Hannah and her life in Berlin as she decides to return a family photograph to her dying father. I hope you enjoy this series. – Jakob
This is another literature assignment for a unit appropriately called ‘Writing Creative Non-fiction.’ We were required to write a 1500 word immersion essay—something I had never attempted before, but I grabbed my friend Tom and we headed out into the city for a ‘night on the town’ and there I was confronted with both my agoraphobia and my lost youth. It’s not one of my best pieces but it’s well worth a read – if not for mere entertainment, as there are a few memorable characters we came across.
and reflections of my late father This weekend marks the 4-year anniversary of my father’s death. Dad died in July 2014
This article has been my most popular piece written for Medium thus far. I suppose it has touched people because of its overall theme: mysteries are bigger than us. I do believe people want to feel more connected to the universe. ‘Our’ world and the societies we have built, are becoming faster, more stressful and we seem to be losing our ability to truly connect with each other in a meaningful way. Perhaps we should stop glaring down into our screens and cast our eyes up into the night sky. Who knows what we’ll discover.
And why our healthcare system isn’t helping We had a deal. Had created a system for when she was feeling ‘under the weather.’ In fact, it was a code for when she felt suicidal, a simple text message that used a hurricane category scale system. If Grace was feeling blue but it wasn’t too serious, it was a Category 1. Winds were picking up and there might be some falling debris, but usually some music or a silly movie could calm things down. If it was a Category 2 or 3, I’d start to worry. Sometimes she’d text: Category 2 … I think, maybe worse. Definitely strong. And I’d wait to hear back, hoping her foundations wouldn’t be ripped from the earth, all the while knowing she was in a dangerous sway towards a free-fall. Often a hot chocolate and a long chat would do the trick, and I would feel a swell of relief that she was stable, calm and safe.