What was once forgotten is remembered just the same lessons learned made vivid old names cried out in vain Moments long made history alive in present tense undead steps to dead ends too late for recompense Old journeys are now over tracks lost in choking dust with the next step […]
‘No Cure for Shell Shock’ – bonus points if you remember the poem that name comes from – is my newest work in progress. At the moment it’s about 70% of the way to completion, give or take, without including the design, editing and formatting side of things. It’s definitely […]
When footsteps are coming closer I play a vacant hand numb to desperate feelings in silence I have planned and when the shadows start to part and shy eyes look on mine I hide behind fake blindness stifle love with fear sublime But when she starts to walk away and […]
She made the sign of the cross, uncertain of who was looking. Not Jesus, she was grimly certain of that. Not the Father or the Holy Ghost either, the Trinity were either wholly blind, wholly indifferent or wholly non-existent when it came to her. An apathy she did her best […]
A breeze has no purpose no desires and no needs just a vaguely drifting impact in the rustling of leaves The waves have no meaning no questions asked, no pleas but the rocks that it crumbles fill an endless sea And a person has no focus no matter what they […]
3/3/2015 – Sorry if you missed out but the offer has now expired. You can however buy Crashed America here. And by ‘can’ I mean ‘absolutely should’… As we’re edging ever closer to the one year anniversary of my first Indie release (Laikanist Times) I figured now would be a good time […]
Every now and then a song comes up on shuffle to remind me that, once upon a time, I tried my hand at making some music. An entirely amateur attempt it basically boiled down to being obsessed with fiddling on a computer for a month or so. Although in a […]
You feel yourself dying step by step but in the stasis even death is life, only death is life a challenge to the ending when the middle grows oblique when the beginning is forgotten and the story feels weak The narrative is endless though despite what you might think and […]
The looming grey of certainty was all that could be seen and all that it provided was a routine made obscene Want to see more? Sign up to my monthly mailing list, few seconds of your time and it makes a big difference to me… [mc4wp_form]
One of the things that’s always struck me as, to be honest, quite funny about travel is the bizarre approaches people have to cultural their experience in the unfamiliar. I’ve seen gap year Hippies growing out their manky dreads while Buddhist monks play StarCraft opposite the residence of the Dalai Lama and I’ve […]