Fool’s Errand

***SHORT STORY*** *** There wasn’t anything to see. Not even a crack of light and it was cruelly hot. The smell of decay was sickening the back of her throat. Heavy and cloying in its dense sweetness. She felt like a nesting bird, sweltering on the matted filth. But she had no choice and it … More Fool’s Errand

Save it for later

***SHORT STORY*** *** He summons me again. I drop everything. It’s six months since I’ve seen him. Nothing is consistent or to be relied upon. I think we will never get bored of one another (and anyway he’ll die young, with his habits). So I always feel like we’re living on borrowed time. And the … More Save it for later


*** SCENE SETTING EXERCISE*** ***   By morning, the snow had banked up against the windows casting the living quarters in gloom. The small glass pane in the front door, which had been periodically scraped, was now the only hint at the world beyond. Even the storage shed, a few metres outside, couldn’t be discerned … More Outpost


***SCENE SETTING EXERCISE*** *** The door swung shut behind me swapping the cold air and traffic sounds from the street for All Bar One’s heat and shiny merriment. Thursday night is apparently the new Friday night and society accepts that it’s totally fine to get hammered on a school night. Many of the drinkers were … More Thursday

Old habits die hard

Old habits die hard. When you don’t want them to. The Luckies bought in Colombia were ridiculously cheap so I find myself at the top of the house smoking out of my bedroom window again. I tell everyone I’m a seasonal smoker. I’m breaking my own rules to be smoking on this last bitter February … More Old habits die hard

My favourite Ted Hughes quote

“The only calibration that counts is how much heart people invest, how much they ignore their fears of being hurt or caught out or humiliated. And the only thing people regret is that they didn’t live boldly enough, that they didn’t invest enough heart, didn’t love enough. Nothing else really counts at all.”

Ode to my brother

There were three of us. In the manner of many siblings we had our own brand of humour that none except us would understand. Ours was irreverent, dark and we found great hilarity in our misfortunes and our woefully unsuccessful love lives. At some point we all felt like misfits and Chris was our leader. … More Ode to my brother