Fish (a poem)
Fish Ankle-deep clear splash runs by, Whilst I stand, feet dry. The dappled belly curve of it Half hides the shimmer. Languishing in water’s lap, This way and that to catch the light. Every shining [...]
Extract from The Box
2169 Tie Up My Hands - Starsailor Dawn light has replaced the neon glow shoving its fingers through the dirty blinds. It’s still early but the day has begun. Funny, time has never really meant [...]
Mapping My World
Having written about one journey across an imaginary land in Few and now having nearly finished another in my work-in-progress, Between, I thought I’d better produce a map – for continuity’s sake if nothing else! [...]
Got It Covered
I’ve been writing Between for about eight months now (a few pages a week when I can find time) and I’ve reached the stage where I’m actually thinking of it as a book – rather [...]
Seeing Similarities
According to popular wisdom there are only seven basic story plots: Overcoming the monster Rags to riches The quest Voyage and return Comedy Tragedy Rebirth I’m not sure I totally subscribe to this view – [...]
Whatever the weather …
There’s an old poem – by an anonymous author I think – that goes: Whether the weather be fine Or whether the weather be not, Whether the weather be cold Or whether the weather be [...]
