Nothing worse than Whitey from a different country idly writing pretentious poetry about events thousands of miles away. But hey, spirit of the season eh? A flying fist is a fiery thing A thousand tanks are not A dying child makes good print A thousand dead just rot An explosive […]
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Beamed down in the final seconds before the Philae lander’s batteries gave up the ghost I’m happy to present you with the cover for my upcoming short ‘Space FM’. Designed by alien lifeforms on a comet far, far away as a special favour to yours truly (friends in high places y’see?) […]
Nothing of a literary nature to share today as editing, cover design and various fiddlings continue around the upcoming Sci-Fi short. I’ve got an international team working round the clock from Deutschland to Dallas to get things ready in time. Sort of. At any rate early December will be the time […]
“I looked into the darkness, my courage fuelled by the gin handed to me by the last friendly face I’d seen. She’d been an ancient, a stooped and broken woman, lurking at the roadside not as a guardian or a guide, but as a farewell. A last moment of truly human […]
A wave of wings washing the city beauty above for below only pity The towers we raise in pale imitation a sorry attempt at a human migration But the higher we rise the longer the shadows the greyer the streets the deeper the shallows And when we reach those heavenly heights […]
Bit of a revision of my release schedule as vaguely hinted at here but I’m nonetheless glad to say that very soon I’ll be releasing a new (long) short story. It’s a little something I’ve been sitting on for a while and the original plan was to drip feed it […]
That same old empty riff played out by a big band in an empty chest If Dean Martin’s there he’ll need a drink But better by far if the lights just fade to black
I’m tentative to write anything serious about war in any form but poetry more than most. There’s plenty of real War Poetry out there from people who have some actual idea of what that actually means and people like me have no more right to comment than politicians do with their sound-bites […]
On my travels I’ve met many people, millionaires and bankrupts, junkies and dealers, the confusingly normal and the awe inspiringly odd. And all along, the one resounding trait, the one uniting human factor amongst them all? They didn’t write bloody poetry… — We’re not the icebergs we want to be […]
A routine interlude… — It wasn’t a climb out of hell, it was a climb into heaven. That was important to remember because there was no hell, just the climb and then heaven. After all, look down, do you see hell? Fiery pits and damnation? Of course not. You see […]