He could feel his fists clenching automatically. The first sign of the desire that was swelling up within him, a physical reaction accompanied by vivid memories of his own time in the ring. Flashes of a long surpressed satisfaction found in the first flurry of thudding punches – a distillation […]
Nothing became the action Nothing became the word Exhausted of all content Nothing was all they heard — For more from me you can check out my collection No Cure for Shell Shock – available in paperback and digital formats. Or you can try any of my other work here – variously available as ebooks […]
During my time in Nepal (and more on that later, perhaps) I found myself in a writing slump. Not a bad one, I’ve finished a new novel which I’m currently editing to the point of literary perfection, but the sort of lull that comes when you’ve spent a while living […]
On Grenfell Tower – Don’t think there’s much to be said about the fire, not by me anyway. My thoughts are with those who’ve lost their homes, friends and families and I hope that more have survived than are expected to, bad as it looks now. As for what’s to […]
As the room filled up they could feel the chasm of their loneliness expanding. Words were spoken, seemingly endlessly but none really seemed to be directed at either of the parents. Not personally at least, but perhaps meant for them, as mantras and prayers of condolence. Voiced with grimacing faith […]
I promised your love an offering to myself which you said was true I feasted my soul on that loving foundation safe against tremors Secure in my gift I felt no fear in your doubt I saw only security And so I built on extending towers of self with us […]
The eulogies were beautiful. Weeping and barely controlled mourners outlined a saintly life, the sort which only ever really existed post-mortem and whose loss devastated individuals and diminished all else. Tyrone struggled to look on passively. This day belonged to grief, to sorrow. The anger he felt had no place […]
I was not alive until I wrote my own birth to start writing death I was not yet dead until the pen left the page and I found silence If nature made me then I will remake nature and claim my new birth I grew to fill pages and shrunk […]
… don’t know when I’ll be back again. And so on. This Sunday I’m off to Nepal for three months, probably. Maybe for longer, or maybe travelling on to somewhere else, or maybe dashing back as soon as I can. Who can say? Anyway, this trip is a mix between […]
Be fucked and wander on mate your future isn’t near your past is grey and dying for your present no one cares They said that you’re important the focus of the world but the image that they’re selling isn’t anyone’s but theirs So be fucked and wander on mate though […]