A Dark Man

Morning sun breaks through the trees, pausing him as gentle shadows creep onto walls. A smile twitches at his lips as he finishes pouring the coffee. Hot, sweet and molten it fragrances the air, cast on the breeze that sends light cotton window coverings fluttering into the room. He walks to the desk, across creaking…Continue reading A Dark Man

A Dark Man

Morning sun breaks through the trees, pausing him as gentle shadows creep onto walls. A smile twitches at his lips as he finishes pouring the coffee. Hot, sweet and molten it fragrances the air, cast on the breeze that sends light cotton window coverings fluttering into the room. He walks to the desk, across creaking…Continue reading A Dark Man

I is writed

So I took another shot at ‘writing’ something. I’m not sure if it’s any good, I’ll let you all judge that. Ridicule it if you must but I do find these creative moments quite fun. It’ll be here in a bit, I’m just giving it one last edit…

Continuance

Having been off work for a few days (a bad cold, I’ll live), and when not sleeping, sneezing or blowing my nose, I’ve been thinking about this blog and if I can commit to a more regular schedule of posting. The recent posts on Consideration Layers were, I hoped, designed to prompt comment and discussion,…Continue reading Continuance

Sick note

I have the lurgy. It is passing but it renders me a useless lump, energyless and uncohesive. Typical man, I know. I had planned to write a follow up to the previous post but my muse has left me. Perhaps I really am an artist, pulling on sorrow and pain to reach places untapped. Or…Continue reading Sick note

Writer Blocked

The morning haze dissolves, and the fields burn gold under piercing blue. Wisps of cloud slowly scroll across the view, lazily floating on a distant breeze bringing glimmers of respite as the heat builds. The harsh light renders crisp shadows, overhanging branches mirrored black on tarmac. The heat descends, shimmering air closes on the landscape…Continue reading Writer Blocked

Writer Blocked

The morning haze dissolves, and the fields burn gold under piercing blue. Wisps of cloud slowly scroll across the view, lazily floating on a distant breeze bringing glimmers of respite as the heat builds. The harsh light renders crisp shadows, overhanging branches mirrored black on tarmac. The heat descends, shimmering air closes on the landscape…Continue reading Writer Blocked

Does no-one care?

To my knowledge there is no Fake Gordon. This fact doesn’t disturb me unduly, I’m quite glad there isn’t a fake version of me on the internet. However I am a little miffed that I’M not getting sent anything from some unknown stalker stranger… although, frankly, if I were, I’m not sure Care Bears would…Continue reading Does no-one care?