The Learned Pig

Art – Thinking – Nature – Writing

Tag: writing

  • The Island

    The Island

    I. He covers my eyes with a blindfold of elderberries and makes me promise not to peek. He thrusts a lead in my hand and, with a clicking noise out the side of his mouth, it rapidly becomes clear that we are sitting in something and that the something is moving. I peek between my…

  • Dead Bears and Pylons

    Dead Bears and Pylons

    “What the hell is that?” The man was at the bottom of Millfields Park in Hackney, can of lager in hand. He frowned across the Lea River at a cormorant bobbing in the water. “I dunno,” said his girlfriend as I passed by. “A black swan?” When many Londoners come to the eastern edge of…