Raymond G. Taylor
Bio
Author living in Kent, England. Writer of short stories and poems in a wide range of genres, forms and styles. A non-fiction writer for 40+ years. Subjects include art, history, science, business, law, and the human condition.
Stories (623)
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Powerful painful empowering. Content Warning.
Not an easy exhibition to see, Lost in Parys describes in painful detail the love and loss of a mother following her son's death at the age of 19. Artist Alison Lapper is perhaps best known as the subject of a nude sculpture by Marc Quinn, which was mounted in Trafalgar Square, London, between 2005 and 2007. Controversial at the time and drawing the obvious idiotic comments about nudity, beauty, the female form and whether pregnancy and disability were suitable subjects to put on display in a public place. These days one would hope that the world is a little more tolerant and a lot more understanding.
By Raymond G. Taylor2 years ago in Art
Raise a clenched fist to International Women's Day. Top Story - March 2024.
Not for me to say what International Women's Day should be or what it should celebrate. I only say what it used to be, what it started out as, in the melting pot of European and American red revolutionary movements of the early 20th century.
By Raymond G. Taylor2 years ago in History
Spooky and Macabre
Some of the following stories fall into the 'tales of the unexpected' variety, while others are just mysterious, macabre or just plain spooky. I hope you will find something that sends shivers down your spine, while others you may just find funny and entertaining. Enjoy!
By Raymond G. Taylor2 years ago in Fiction
Crimson web
Starting life as a 250-word crime story, this has grown into a Vocal community collaboration prize challenges to develop the storyline into a range of alternatives. What has the protagonist done, where will it lead him, and (when) will his detective colleagues catch up with him?
By Raymond G. Taylor2 years ago in Criminal
Long dark night
If I’d been a character in a detective story, they’d call this the long dark night of the soul. Drawing deep from the amber leaf, I knew why. I took in another lungful, tasting like a motorman's glove. I laughed at myself, thinking up a Chandler-Marlowe quote at a time like this.
By Raymond G. Taylor2 years ago in Fiction
