Midnight Musings 1989
15/3/89 – 16/3/89 Midnight Late and alone again. The cigarette end crushed in the ashtray, the insect trapped in the…
Writer and Artist
15/3/89 – 16/3/89 Midnight Late and alone again. The cigarette end crushed in the ashtray, the insect trapped in the…
He sees the small one, eyes down, knees up, trying to understand why he’s just been stung by a wasp…
This is an extract from one of my books. And now it’s the morning of March 15th 2016. One of…
No one reads poetry, except poets, English Literature undergraduates, and some academics. (though these are mostly the same people) No…
NOTE: This blog post is meant primarily as a personal record of something I did and the context in which…
What do I mean? I mean this is a short story with no style and no substance. Why? Why not?…
To Me is the title of my next book. It’s been written specifically for myself and it is dedicated To…
Character A: Life is temporal. Character B: Uh! Character A: You know, it exists in time. Character B: Yeah? What’s…
from The Words in Me Reporters in Time It’s the beginning of the universe and I’m here – live It’s…