My short story 'Love-You-Lots' was published by Litro US as part of their #FridayFlash series on Friday 19th February 2021. Litro is a literary and creative arts platform that champions emerging writers from around the world, in print and online. You can read the story by clicking here.
My short story 'Apocalypse' was published in the first edition of The Marble Hand Literary Magazine on 1st May 2020. You can read it, and the other poems and short pieces that make up the issue, online at https://themarblehand.weebly.com/first-edition.html Written in 2018, 'Apocalypse' was one of the Highly Commended entries in the Manchester Fiction Prize … Continue reading Apocalypse
I have thought about trivialising this paring its bass notes down to a simplified list or hiding behind cheap laughs, faced with impossible tasks I have been known to panic left with only my poor excuses. Unwilling to accept that I am unable to do justice. What words would work to describe a half-dream to … Continue reading Untitled
Every day I must I tell myself. Write and whether it's the hell of holes or the height of sophistication I will honour my family debt. Turn my thoughts to desert life and make believe dogs or war dogs coming out with gross approximations of the real stuff. Punktual as opposed to spunktual or should that … Continue reading I Tell Myself
I can't get my head around kissing you this morning and tonight my heart beating ten hours on a plane away Lying here awake and the emptiness in my chest fluttering a hummingbird looking for a home And even with my eyes closed the pupils have pins in them Searching you out
Two foxes entwined upon a feather bed Twin suns shining on a sleeping world A pair of hearts running to a classic air A bubble, raindrops on an upturned tongue.
Ugly Truth Tonight I got drunk alone in my bed because you thought it would be right to not talk to me So I swayed on pillows and pissed in dark bathrooms and got pissed and was pissed at myself for getting drunk not being enough Or being too much or being me I shot … Continue reading Ugly Truth
On the Kiss of Wind #2 By the time he gets to Turnpike Lane his eyes are drooping the back and forth of rails turning all his y’s into g’s stale air for stale thoughts and somewhere up there kissed by wind she sleeps bamboo chimes singing his lullaby whispering... -Well, that’s for her ear. Run … Continue reading On The Kiss of Wind #2
On the Kiss of Wind I’m walking the length of the platform listening to Einaudi air fat with tourists each step honey slow I’m playing the high part on my right hand heels calacking looking down into the darkness for that sweet kiss of wind gentle mothers breath a droplet forming slick tongued and lanky … Continue reading On The Kiss of Wind