She sells sanctuary, twenty-five pounds a turn in the comfort of your own car. We used to sit together in fifth-year English, drawing graffiti on the desks and throwing paper-bombs behind the teacher's back. Now she plies her trade along the broken pavements where the foundries were left to ruin, their chimney stacks ready to … Continue reading She Sells Sanctuary
Audience of One
She plays to an audience of one, battered fingers repeating notes that remind her of the summer rain (la lluvia de verano), that fell in arpeggios on the courtyard where the jasmin bloomed. Gone are the flowers (all the colour), yet their perfume lingers in the bedsheets where she surrendered to his overtures, the … Continue reading Audience of One
I think Basic Instinct made me want to be a writer…
I always enjoyed creative writing at primary school, but I think it was Basic Instinct that made we want to be a writer for real. (That kinda sounds like we regularly watched soft porn/ murder flicks at school. We didn't. It was only some of the time!) For anyone who hasn't seen the film, Catherine … Continue reading I think Basic Instinct made me want to be a writer…
Night’s Butterfly
I should've run, gone some place she wouldn't find me, but some lights are too bright to turn from. Even now it's hard to know who was the moth and who the flame. Without wings what are we anyway? Caterpillars? or worse, grubs...cockroaches feeding off the detritus of a society hurtling toward its end of days. I drink in this … Continue reading Night’s Butterfly
Writing Death Monkeys
To some it's known as writer's block--an artistic palsy that leaves you with an inability to put pen to paper, fingertip to keyboard. Some know it as procrastination (laziness), while others still (usually poets) will deign to call it ennui. It is a product of fear and anxiety, feelings of unworthiness, and if you're a writer you will have experienced it. Fear is the … Continue reading Writing Death Monkeys
Roast Beef and Armageddon
News travelled fast about the spaceship. We weren’t used to things like this happening in Neverington. It was a Sunday afternoon in the middle of June, so at least E.T. had waited for morning service to finish. People round here still relied on their God fix. I was at my girlfriend’s house when it happened. … Continue reading Roast Beef and Armageddon
Book be a lady tonight
So, I had myself a charming lunchtime rendezvous today with a classy little thing all the way from Bavaria. Oozing charm and sophistication (even at two hundred-years old), my date was attired in a devilishly chic little black number, blurring the lines between elegance and cheapness ...well, I did pick her up for a pound in the stairwell … Continue reading Book be a lady tonight
The Dodo Express
Jeez, where does the time go? No, seriously.... It's almost May and this is my second post on the blog this year. So if there's actually anyone left reading this I'll be astonished. Besides the day job, the kids, yadda yadda, blah-blah, my main problem has been a lack of direction, not just on the … Continue reading The Dodo Express
Enchantress
I see you enchantress but are you real, When knowing this love you make me feel, It seems as though from a dream you tease-- Am I the only one you please? Do not lay beside me, I am not worthy of your thoughts, My humanity defiles you with the hunger that it courts, … Continue reading Enchantress
Happy Halloween
For today and tomorrow you can download the The Dark Rising for free on Kindle or Kindle App, a short tale from the urban fantasy series The Forest Town Chronicles. Happy Halloween! *** Every town has its secrets, but are the sins of the past ever truly buried? Jason Turlow works the night shift in the local chicken … Continue reading Happy Halloween
