And so he starts again, the silence punctuated by the staccato tap tap tap of the keyboard. He moves in his chair to find a comfortable pose and starts to ponder what he might write, what prose he may be able to dredge from his flaccid imagination. Prose indeed, he thinks. Another helping of scorn…Continue reading Untitled


“Ying this” said Yang. His name is Maudlin. He can’t help it, he did not choose it, it was given to him. He is drawn, like a vivid butterfly daubed with life, to the dark and raging volcano. Blinded and burnt as it approaches, seared wings fizzle and disappear until nothing is left. Life dies…Continue reading Balanced

No mean city

Indestructible, the death dodging kids laugh as the bus driver rages. Shards of sunlight slice through buildings, blinding the strolling shoppers as they wander with vague purpose. A broken voice begging for change from behind dull eyes. An old man pauses to talk to the African drummer, rich timbre in shared laughter. A real connection…Continue reading No mean city

Happily lost

The heavy staccato, the ponderous, throbbing heartbeat, pulsating through their every pore, filling them completely. They are beholden to it, quick to relinquish control, released into it, devoured, immersed, completely lost to each pulse, every melody. All around them the closed eyes of their brothers and sisters cry out, silence roars from deafened mouths as…Continue reading Happily lost

Just write

Just write, they say. Once you get into the habit it’ll just flow, they say. It doesn’t matter what you write, just that you write, they say. They are starting to grate. They are starting to annoy and irk and leave me breathless and angry and incapable and pathetically unable to think about anything else…Continue reading Just write

There was a tree

It was a large tree, all leafy and green as a tree should be, standing tall and proud at the top of a small hill. On the ground beneath it spring flowers were bursting into life their vibrant colours proclaiming new beginnings, fresh growth,  a new season full of heady fragrances. The tree was old…Continue reading There was a tree

Darkness unbeing

It’s an itch, and urge, a pulling, scratching, gouging force churning away inside him. His chest is tight, knotted, formulate and plotting. Despising and demonic he plots revenge, he charts the motions and savours the instant. Brutal and vicious, he is animal. A deep breath. It refuses to move. Tensed, he is ready to pounce,…Continue reading Darkness unbeing

Floating on white

He shivers in the sterile air, pristine and shimmering as the last light of the day clambers over the rooftops. The yellow-pink hue setting a million and one diamonds ablaze, ice and snow twinkle in the embers of the day, crackling underfoot. Each steps snaps through the silence, echoing against brick and stone, gravel and…Continue reading Floating on white


His footsteps tread heavy on this path, twigs crackle and splinter under him as he wearily walks on. He surveys the land around him, the sunlight playing through the trees as the last remnants of life wither and die in the early winter air. He has always enjoyed these walks, the solitude revealing more to…Continue reading Interlude