Blog of Oonah V Joslin -- please visit my Parallel Oonahverse at WordPress

where I post stories and poems that have not been seen elsewhere - also recipes and various other stuff.

and see me At the Cumberland Arms 2011

Wednesday, 30 September 2009

Every Day Fiction

The Devils Within - a gentle tale of revenge at EDF

Russ Heitz says: Wry humor. Very real people. And a nifty little twist at the end. All Oona Joslin trademarks.

Thank you Russ!

Tuesday, 29 September 2009

The stepping stones over the River Wansbeck in Morpeth.

Toe Tags Anthology

I was approached to write a story for this horror anthology some time back and now it's available at

Mine is the one about... Why don't I just let you find out for yourselves :)

Monday, 28 September 2009

My shortest chiller

A Celebration of Life in the very prestigious View From Here :) Just love the picture they chose :)

September and mellowing

Showing signs of autumn colour along the river walk in Morpeth now.

September Bonus

Pure Research made it into the BwS Quarterly Review. That's where the editors put their favourite pieces from the last 12 issues and I'm very proud to have a great track record for being there. I was surprised it was this story that made it this time and not one of my poems. There you go...

Jennifer Stakes has a great poem there, Chess. But really, everything there is worth reading - it's the best of the best of Bewilderment :)

Sunday, 27 September 2009

Friday, 25 September 2009

Micro Horror needs help

Nathan Rosen is one of the most encouraging editors in the e-zine world. I'm not just saying that because of this wonderful trophy - he really is a very caring man and he's in financial straits. This could mean the closure of the mag. but more than that for himself and his wife.
The problem has been medical bills apparently. It is unconscionable that in a so-called civilised country, a man should face ruin because of illness in the family. That is a real horror story!
In this country we should value our National Health Service above all other things.
The banks' dodgy dealings have not only stolen our pensions and our savings. They even threaten livelihoods and lives.
What price the wealth of the few?
The health of the many.
Not good enough damn it!
I appeal on Nathan's behalf. Go to and donate a few dollars if you can.

Thursday, 24 September 2009

My Writing Room

This is where I do my work including editing EDP. It looks out into the back garden and through to our little conservatory. Not a bad place to work :)

Thursday, 17 September 2009

I agree with Nick Ozment

“Jobless recovery?” Sounds like an oxymoron, doesn’t it?

It sure does to working folks like you and me. Those two words really illustrate our government’s priorities: we are “recovering” as long as Wall Street corporations are doing better. To all those jobless people, it doesn’t look like much of a recovery.

Government numbers can be very misleading. Why has inflation barely moved these past four years? The inflation number the Federal Reserve reports does not include food or gas costs. That number is only relevant to Wall Street corporations—which indicates who our government really serves, doesn’t it? For the rest of us, the number is practically meaningless. Do you use gas? Do you eat? You know that those costs have gone through the roof the past four years and soak up a much larger slice of your dwindling budget! But who’s your politician going to listen to: you, or the corporations that funnel hundreds of thousands of dollars into their campaign war chests?

How about the current jobless rate of 9.7%? Politicians say, “Well, at least we’re nowhere near the 23% of the Great Depression.” Well, ummm… If that number is calculated the way it was during the Depression, it comes to 19% (which includes people who have given up and are no longer actively searching, as well as people who want to work full-time but can only get part-time employment). If you don’t manipulate the numbers, our unemployment rate is right now close to what it was during the Depression. But of course we live in a reality now where people can, with a straight face, speak of a “jobless recovery”—which is only a recovery for people who are so rich they don’t need jobs.

Well said, Nick

Tuesday, 8 September 2009

Morpeth a year on

This time last year, torrential rain caused extensive flooding in the North East town of Morpeth. Cars floated down The Wansbeck, people were evacuated, homes were ruined and historic buildings damaged.

Since then the town has made a remarkable recovery and once more the river is a tame and pleasant companion to this ancient, pretty, market town.

Just this afternoon I met a total stranger in Morrisons and we had a most interesting conversation about literature, C.S.Lewis to Bill Bryson through Asimov - shocking the things that go in these supermarkets! :)

Anyway, this one is for

The Wansbeck

Water seeps through thirteenth century walls,
inundating present gift-shop stalls.
The Chantry sings the river’s song.

That sanguine stream that snaked its way through town
drowns years in minutes. Snake turned serpent-bound,
joins in singing the river’s song.

Untamable, it finds its torrents course
and hungry for possession, takes by force.
Still louder grows the river’s song.

Be gone, it sings, litter my banks no more.
I will flow freely where I’ve flowed before
and you will learn the river’s strong.

© Oonah V Joslin 2008

Wednesday, 2 September 2009

September Links

On the very last day of the month The Devils Within

And This one I really like. A Celebration of Life - one of my shortest chillers ever! And my first in this very smart publication :)

The Trouble with Turquoise at
Fret at

You know all the songs is up here and I garantee you do know all the songs but who wrote the lyrics?

A Tall One all right! Over at Micro Horror

Matter Matters just sort of expanded outside the parameters of my normal length and I was so pleased that it got a home at BwS where you can read it now. It's about matter and love matters and what matters... Hence the title, I suppose.

Big Bad John is over at now

and over at Static Movement you can read
Slivers of Memory
“We just got in the way,” Todd laughed. He always prided himself that, being a year and a half older, he remembered things that much better. That was how the arguments always began – not that they ever came to blows but they usually parted in sullen mood. “D'you remember Granddad's car?”

Please read the daily poems at too.