Wednesday Woes
I’m Wednesday’s child and therefore reputedly full of woe. There is, in the bottom of a biscuit tin somewhere in…
Writer and Artist
I’m Wednesday’s child and therefore reputedly full of woe. There is, in the bottom of a biscuit tin somewhere in…
This is an edited version of the story I read at the Welsh Short Story Network’s event in Chapter Arts,…
“Made in Roath festival brings artists and the local community in which they live together in a wide array of…
While working on my next novel ‘Bums’ which will be published in the Spring of 2015, I have been distracting…
Penny looked at me with that adoration that embarrassed me so much. “Darling Charlie, I love you. You are so…
“They say that goldfish only have something like a twelve second memory . . .” “Who says?” I asked. One…
Betty, a woman of about 60, is browsing for books in the local branch library. A group of youngsters, led…
Midnight Comes The plea from his friend Rick appeared in the text message window, announcing its arrival with its signature…
It was a sunny afternoon in May. Ali, a mixed race boy of fourteen, big for his age, should have…
The Dreamer The creature woke up; it was screaming silently, becoming aware that it existed as a presence inside its…