Another 2a.m.   She glares at the green glow of the clock as if it has insulted her personally. She has been in bed for three hours and feels like she has never been so exhausted as in this moment. It bears down on her and she screws up her face as if to […]

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It rained.   He paused to flick his cigarette away and looked over at the swings and slide. Rain was flowing down the latter in a river, ripples chasing ripples down a sheet of steel grey as the sky.   He felt as if the place should prick some memory, but no playground of his […]

A documentary I watched last night on the Highway of Tears, British Columbia, had me thinking of a new story – and an old one that I’ve a mind to post here. Written for a friend and inspiration, after asking twitter for a prompt. I’m afraid I’ve renamed it since then. ~ * ~ * […]

Mervyn Peake is a dark god in a bizarre world of whimsy and melancholy. Gormenghast speaks of freedom, passion, and living, yet it is an examination of madness, of horror, of tragedy. And what does it say of tragedy? That it is meaningless, random. Therein lies its horror. That same meaninglessness infuses the traditions and […]

This is a poem I had written a while ago, based on a prompt that runs “a 45 year old music critic falls for a 17 year old piano player hailed as a prodigy”. I can’t remember where the prompt was from, possibly Writer’s Book of Days by Judy Reeves. I didn’t like it so […]

I was asked to write on my tumblr a list 10 books that have stayed with me in some way. And so I did, without thinking too hard and without making sure they were the right ones or “great works”, as requested. Here is my list: the ones that inspired me as a youth and […]

Grey shadows on grey concrete Slate Devoid of depth No true darkness here to hide in Or to die alone in Not someone there to miss          Or even hate Not here the solace of despair Nor the soft cool touch of hope or sorrow This soulless purgatory Locked forever under clouds of dust and […]

Lomography and Artistic Messes

  One thing I love about art – and one thing that I, admittedly, have some difficulty with in my medium of choice, i.e. writing – is experimentation. One of the most liberating aspects of art is the ability to make big, messy mistakes and glory in them, or to discover they aren’t mistakes at […]

“The ceaseless labour of your life is to build the house of death.”       – Montaigne, Essais     I built my house from lust; From that moment Before skin touches skin When my hand hovers Above Her curving thigh – That moment When lips pause, part, And gasped breath Passes from one to the […]