“There’s a tiny gap between the stories we tell ourselves and those we tell others and that’s where you’ll find the truth” In the Wake of...

This whirling world overwhelms me nearly every single day… I’m sure I’m not the only one who always feels this way… An antidote to cure m...

Given an abundance of time, even the most unsentimental of human minds is susceptible to some form of retrospection. When I envision the ...

The tears are welling in my eyes again I need twenty big buckets to catch them in And twenty pretty girls to carry them down And twenty d...

Writing to a soundtrack of Baxter Dury and Luke Haines, devouring books by Adam Nevill (The Reddening), Gary McMahon (Some Bruising May O...

Here are a further six original nineteen-word stories. The final three will be delivered soon. HEART INTO YOUR ART. The sad faces painted...

My brain hurt like a warehouse; it had no room to spare I had to cram so many things to store everything in there FIVE YEARS, DAVID BOWIE...

Something for the weekend sir? Not a packet of three, just two more of these if it pleases you… NO CHANGE, NO CHANG, NO ENG. The death of...

The natural number that follows eighteen. A prime number. Of great significance in Stephen King’s THE DARK TOWER series. Always makes me ...

Received some interesting things in the post recently. A letter from Downing Street. And then this: AN INSTRUCTIVE GUIDE TO REALISING THA...

Some may say (and who am I to argue?) that this fragile spinning planet that we all inhabit requires one more blog just like a logjam nee...