It is only now becoming apparent how much has changed around these parts in the last year. Some of it has been dictated by circumstance, other bits are a consequence of hard work and application. 2018 is the year I learnt to love poetry, a format that was previously pretty much ignored. It begs the … Continue reading The Lark, Ascending.
This story was first published in 30 parts via Twitter during September. It is now reproduced now in a complete form, with a number of small edits and corrections made to improve narrative flow and maintain correct continuity. Enjoy. Sacrifice Knowing this is how he will die, Daniel Burton succumbs to fate. The salty … Continue reading September Short Story: Sacrifice
This story was first published in 31 parts via Twitter during August. It is now reproduced now in a complete form, with a number of small edits and corrections made to improve narrative flow and maintain correct continuity. Enjoy. Lydia The Circus has never visited Anchorbridge before, of that Connie is certain. It’s not even … Continue reading August Short Story :: Lydia
Previous Part :: Next Part Arrival This place looks, fees and smells like London, but is anything but. Looking down from Tower Hill, to the Bridge on their right, not a car is in sight. Buildings are reproduced in a detail that beggars belief, and whilst they feel very solid none can be entered. Chris … Continue reading EX/WHI :: Part Ten
Previous Part :: Next Part It’s a second before Chris grasps who Ami is talking to, that her honesty and intelligence might count for something if they’re no longer trapped in such an enclosed space. Looking outside, there’s no doubt this won’t be London they’re walking into, but what happens after that would be far … Continue reading EX/WHI :: Part Nine
There are big poems as yet undiscovered within me. They are hidden behind bad memories, submerged in low, foul smelling lakes of recrimination and angst. These words are the marrow in bones that move a body in other directions, and by understanding their significance, the whole of my existence becomes smarter and stronger. I'm away … Continue reading Simple Song
Sometimes, I take things WAY too seriously. It's been like this for decades, too: it isn't just a mental shortcoming, either. I'd love to be able to say the wiring in my head is to blame, which means I'll often completely misinterpret signals. Yes, that happens, and there's comprehension as to why... but other times, … Continue reading Things We Lost in the Fire