In Search Of Answers
I used to think of myself as an answer to the problems of the people that came to me, but I was wrong. They were
Category: Prose
Suicide Note
It had a certain taste, blood sprung forth at its touch like zest from a lemon under a blade. Red mist. Someone had wanted to
Edgeselfedge
Out on the edge of something that only really has a notional edge – a fuzzy signal where matter becomes a theory about physics; becomes
The Weight Of The Thing
Sometimes the weight of the thing that you want to communicate makes it really hard to find the words, or even the energy to put
The Sky Isn’t Working
The sky isn’t working, and it hasn’t been for a while now. Mum remembers when it used to be better – when we didn’t have
No Fixed Pattern
He smiled. What was so fascinating about serial killers? Had it shifted through the years, or was it still the sensationalism? Was it still the