Francesca Devon Heward
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Artist, Writer, Bird-Watcher.
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Six Dinner Sid
My best friend Charlotte lives about 120 miles away from me, which means that throughout the pandemic I haven’t been able to see her. Not being able to catch up so easily has been sad, for sure, but we’ve managed to stay in-the-loop on the big stories in each other’s lives as much as possible.
By Francesca Devon Heward5 years ago in Petlife
The Biggest Paradox of All: Language is a Lie. Top Story - March 2021.
Only one with hypermnesia could cranially farctate the brontide of linguistic nuances that the English language possesses. A philodox who adores the sound of his own vocal ruminations, a virago with vulpine command of tongue, or a rapscallion sciolist might cavil the uselessness of elaborate verbatim; but seldom the banal factotum. It is with a frisson of ardour that I indite of the gorgonising peregrination of heady literary escapes, a feeling akin to gargalesthesia, tucked up in beldam arms, as I first discovered the joy of words. An ambuscade of aliment for my natural brain, each letter instilling an appentency within me for any orts or scruples of learning; but to collogue like a clerk was never my destiny. Betimes I excogigated a fantasy land, fuzzled on fudge; my bookcase a chicane of intelligence, a fane to fandangle tomes. Forsooth, the bootless act of reading is as ineffectual as a dextrosinistral with no one to dispraise. First a dandiprat, I grew into a beef-witted morosoph, my crumpet tied to the archaic isms of my childhood; but soon I discovered the pleasure of lalochezia; my sensibilities and my words torn asunder, suddenly athwart each other. Erewhile I grew up with the classics, erelong the four-letter malisons enthrall me now.
By Francesca Devon Heward5 years ago in FYI
Spring Forward with Vocal
Trying to totally organise my life this spring would be like trying to stop water gushing down Niagara Falls. Don’t get me wrong; I’m not a hugely disorganised person, but I am messy, I enjoy having multiple projects on the go, and I have a short attention span.
By Francesca Devon Heward5 years ago in Motivation
The Bird's Book
Julia found the notebook stuck between two neighbouring branches of the tree at the end of her garden. One of the pages tore a little at the corner as she ripped it out of its snug groove, as if it had been growing out from underneath the bark.
By Francesca Devon Heward5 years ago in Families
Real Life
The car’s suspension groaned as he sat down in the passenger seat. “Hi Grandpa, how did it go?” He grumbled without trying to form words. The little black book was tucked into the tight fist of his left hand. He kept his eyes fixed forward, but could feel Julia’s gaze resting on the notebook. A question was forming in her mouth, he could tell, but it would be unlike her to simply come out and ask; so, to keep the secret safe, he offered nothing.
By Francesca Devon Heward5 years ago in Families
A Brief History of Debt
In the beginning, as the network of human Society began to crystallise, a sense of worth emerged. Self-worth, the worth of others, and the worth of things. The question of how much each individual would be willing to sacrifice in order to obtain the object of their desire has kept Society turning since this revolutionary moment of self-recognition.
By Francesca Devon Heward5 years ago in The Chain
