The Richest Man in the World
I am the richest man in the world. They say I am a recluse, I am afraid of doorknobs, I…
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Captive (Short Story)
“This too must pass.” These words have helped me in my long ordeal. They ring in my head like a…
Breaking the Rules
Wednesday night: I met this fit girl in the pub; we exchanged phone numbers. I wrote hers on a pack…
Dead Flowers – a short story
Twenty-seven people were killed or injured when the bomb exploded. I happened to be travelling past on the bus, but…
A Video Experiment: a look at some of my Paintings
I made this video to see if a: it’s something I want to do and b: it’s something I can…
The Conceit of the Writer
Some work in progress to show the conceit of the writer – when I say the writer I mean any…
A selection of poems
a selection of poems from The Words in Me Dogs and Lambs My sister-in-law talks about dogs as if they…
Early Spring Haikus
moss covering brick last year’s leaves decomposing green appearing ~ February dawn magnolia buds open pink blossoms emerge