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. ~ * ~ * […]

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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 all. […]

“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 […]

It’s a special sort of torment, waiting to hear from a publication. I am being optimistic. The thing is, I know my work is good. That is, all the work that I consider for submission is good. So every rejection is a “They Just Don’t Understand My Genius” Poet Merit Badge. Every writer gets rejected. […]

Tree by tree Shadow by shadow My palm surfing the air currents out the passenger window. The radio cuts out, in and out, Static over some classic rock station. Sky turning grey, Falling, sinking, Entombing the distance in fog. Grey road, grey sky, grey world Black naked trees stabbing upward like accusatory teeth – Or […]

You splurge out all your energy onto the page, in maybe 20 minutes or so. Just, bam, out there, everything in one poem draft, and you find yourself exhausted but you still stay with it, tweaking, copying it down into another book or word processing file so you don’t lose track of it. Maybe you […]