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Stone By Stone – Short Story
War was hard won. Years of sword, cudgel, adze, tar and flame had etched themselves without remorse onto our lives and deaths. Yet we were always many and they were less and without us who would grow the wheat, who would tend the livestock, who would build the realm? At that final battle we amassed….
The Old Men And The Sea – Short Story
He stood there on the marram grass, a rough carpet at his feet, and held the sword aloft. He was a proud man, our hero, for he was strong and he had vanquished the tyrant. The blood still marred his blade but it was evidence of his triumph. A clouded grey sky tried to part…
The Things I Freely Give – Short Story
You are beautiful. By my standards. I cannot speak for the standards of others. Your eyes, their depth, the contours of your nose, each lip, each piece makes a greater whole. And I sit opposite you, here in my bedroom, and that cheap incense burns, a spiral turn of smoke, an open window on a…
Tents – Poem
There’s a tent in a garden by a stately home where butter, yeast and flour make dough. Where Mary Berry detests soggy bottoms and an orange man scoffs bakers’ dozens. It’s a quaint sort of place and the people kind of funny but in that tent they try and bake community. There’s a tent in…
Pilgrimage – Short Story
I walk into the bar and no one smiles at me. It is a world lit by the slit light of the disco ball. Toned torsos undulate in the screens on the wall, they possess no hairs, they barely possess faces but they do promise: they promise of all the things I could have, of…
In Enlightenment’s Wake – Poem
A poem written in response to the book Enlightenment’s Wake by philosopher John Gray. I wrote it a few years ago but it seems more relevant now. * In Enlightenment’s Wake we stand alone, far from ourselves and far from home. Jet black the skies crimson the seas, all for the sake, of eternity. We…
Pennies From Heaven – Short Story
In a city not dissimilar to our own, one made of concrete, rock and human bone, one etched with the lines of eroding time, one that etched itself onto human skin, in that city a little girl got lost. A little girl called Esther. The bus had not stopped where she thought it would and…
Universally Speaking – Play
Welcome onboard the year 2015. There are no emergency exits. It’s dark, disturbing but often very funny.
The Wellington Boot Club – Play
Scandal rocks the infamous all-male drinking society, The Wellington Boot Club, when one of their members is found beaten to death…
The Girl Who Fell – Short Story
Yggdrasil. Have you heard of Yggdrasil? Have you heard of Yggdrasil, the world tree? They say it is where the condors fly. She is a huge tree, an enormous tree, a vast tree that grows out of our earth, through the clouds and into the sky. She is the place of myth, of legend, of…
Parallel Tracks – Short Story
I stand in the tunnel. It is bright, too bright, and my eyelids droop. There are other tunnels, some bright, some black.
