Matter

I slipped off the viewing platform, slid under the flimsy handrail fell down or forwards or up towards the black hole.I cursed flimsy safety measures but knew it was far too late. Wrong to think I was unique, I was just atoms, accelerating without friction towards an unknowable spiral nothing.One last view of the...

Hunted

With apologies to Emily Dickinson “Hope” is the memory of a dreamvanishing seconds after waking,already fragmenting, quickly forgottenas we methodically pack away our camp. Since we came to this former townthat thing with feathers has stalked us.Our every slight movement trackedas it circles around our frail bodies. Here, that thing perches above usimitating old...

Starting again

Towards the end of last year, I finished two major projects I had been working on for ages, a short story collection and a poetry collection. I finished them to a stage where only minor changes were needed. These sprawling ideas I had been carrying around in my head, my notebook and several disparate...

Resolutions

I’ll finally tidy up this place and keep it neat. It’s too dark! Too many cobwebs and not enough flaming torches. I’ll stop leaving tomes half opened on the lectern. Need to keep my ingredients in order. I can never find salamander’s tails when I need them. Similarly, I will stop leaving half-finished potions...

Best of 2018

It’s that time again when I examine what media I’ve consumed over the past twelve months and pick my favourites. Defining the best of anything is an entirely subjective act that nevertheless, I try to do every year. I’ve moved away from trying to pick the ‘best’ of anything as they are all different...