Poems

The End of the World

On July the twenty-fourth nineteen-ninety-nine, the world will end. If not then, then certainly in the year two-thousand, when the…

Poems

Cat

Everyone should have a cat, if not their own a borrowed one. The cat will sit and clean its fur,…

Poems Snippets

Look

Rolling around – being blown – blowing – blown. I am blown through the universe – buffering – buffeting, being…

Poems

My Dragon

My Dragon it is time again it has been long coming poking at my consciousness in the night – asleep…

Blog novels

Cheats and Liars

An extract from novel-in-progress Cheats and Liars I hear a deep clear voice behind me. “Be not afraid of greatness,…

Short Stories

Tidying Up

a short story Tidying Up He marched towards the anthill, broom held high above his head – he’d flatten it,…