“The Dark Bookcase.” Such a good title for some mystery or ghost story! Can’t you picture something tall in old, dark wood, maybe hiding a secret passageway, maybe haunted by a ghost in some old manor house? I am overcome, my friends. I want to write a story worthy of such a classic title as that. […]

It has come to be that I spend far too little time reading. I enjoy reading, but I never seem to find the time in the day in which to do any. My pile of bought-but-not-yet-read books grows ever larger, and something must be done.   Another matter is that I want to blog more. […]


God, don’t you ever feel like you’re wasting your life? I don’t know what I’m meant to be doing – travelling, experiencing, or whatever – but whatever it is I’m not doing it. I don’t feel like I’m living in the right place, even. I’d rather live in the Scottish Highlands, if I had the […]

The road at night: an isolating, howling loneliness of endless, empty, deserted suburbia; the plastic, retro loneliness that papers over rot   The streetlights cast their orange gleam onto the black asphalt, their purpose to give shape to the shadows and transform the world from simply night in its star-studded, soft, warm beauty to the […]

They’re hideous clichés. They feel the shame of it, the sour tang of guilt every time they indulge themselves in something they love. They are self-conscious. Aware of the rôles in which they find themselves to the point where their thoughts blur into scripted lines. Every touch and tilt of the head is performed in […]

She pressed her red lips to the stone. There was a “click” as he pressed the shutter. She saw his grin when he had lowered the camera, and grinned back. “Can I take one of the mark?” he said. “Sit next to it. – No, I like your lips smudged. It works.” More snaps. She […]

  Ah! my love, the soldier-boy We follow him, for a time. When he falls, rises, falls once more, We pause. Alight. And watch to see If he will rise again. My little soldier, ever fighting on. You may sleep, sweet soldier. We will watch over you.   The night will come, As will the […]

Small Pieces, Small Progress

I’ve been finding it hard to write lately. Hard to start new poems or short stories, hard to put my faith in ideas. Hard to churn out a meagre 350 words a day on a new novel I’ve started. I like the idea, and I like the main character, but there are so many things […]

Most of you know this, of course. It would be hard to describe it as a “surprise”, really. Alzheimers takes you down in eight years, give or take; it destroys your brain, and you need that to live. It had been eight years, and after his message – and Neil Gaiman’s wonderful piece on him […]


Here is some more of New York Sour. Well overdue, I think. I have been, I confess, rather reticent about sharing it. It is incredibly indulgent. It’s not particularly interesting. A little bit awful. But I enjoy it, and people seem to like the style, and I don’t have anything else to share this week. […]