To Rebuild Early Stories
I never throw anything away, and it my characters never just feel like something that I put on paper. What kind of writer would you be if there wasn’t some love between you and your characters. I love the villains as much…
In The Buried Face Of The Gorgon
The face plate was non reflective; a dark empty hole where a face should have been. And the voice that emerged from behind it sounded like it had been dug up, a dusty dead thing that reverberated with the noise of a…
apples
these numbers in your head the alien sat upon it rocket math, the apps that track everything is dark and black all those half heard rumours fester in your head like tumours and you dribble out the cancer as you drive along…
Thursday Morning Thoughts
Hit it early seems to be the way. I am one of those people that are always more abuzz in the morning – could be the coffee thing, or the early life decision to watch early morning tv every morning. I am…
the movement and the light
we set light to it to see if it has fight in it jazz matches, blues flames fireflies and dice games we’re rolling like a river through the guts of a tune breaking the plate to make a half moon holding the…
There’s A Mask For Everything
It wore her father’s face, and she didn’t mind. It wasn’t here to hurt her. Time had clogged in the throat of this place; history was giving it bad digestion – but a flower had bloomed in this room. ‘Your petals are…
Heat Synch
Her tongue traced a line from behind his balls to the tip of his dick. His wings unfurled, and he found himself starting to roll through a boot sequence, a foam of maths gathering in a layer above this one, Somewhere two…
When You Wish Upon A Start
There is some small amount of magic when you look at a start of something and you dig into the potential, and you start to unpack the wonderful story which you set in motion. Even if everyone were to hate what it…
trading shit for sunshine
labouring under labels horses for courses stable in stables you want to be a schroedinger’s cat proposition super-positional, not in one position you are not desiring a binary condition not wanting to be bound; wanting to be found but people cannot move…
that sadder tongue
this ladder’s rung this sadder tongue this line that’s strung to other from one and wrapped back around to bring to ground the sounding, the sound the pavements we pound salesmen for an apocalypse anger spit from hotter lips that say the…