August 18, 2017

Shortly after my father died, probably in response to some deep and unacknowledged fear that if I didn’t buck my ideas up I’d be next, I joined a gym. After all, he was a fit man, still walking for an hour on the beach every day at 80. Everyone said he looked nearer 65...

May 1, 2017

At the tide line amongst the jumbled bladder-wrack and shells, the rotting carcass of a timber boat lies upturned upon the sand. Forsaken by fishermen, no future now. Cracks where once the oiled decks shone, ribs exposed, iron rivets rusting, a hole punched in its side...

April 24, 2017

Hexagons cut from magazine paper and musty op-shop sun frocks

carried home like trophies. Washed and unmade, faded

fabrics like snatches of song, reminiscent of times long gone,

stimulate.

Bolts of bold beauty arrest. Hands caress endless ranks of cloth,

drunk on possibilit...

March 8, 2017

Yesterday was the day I hoped would not come. I received a very nice letter from Kindle thanking me for my participation in the Kindle Scout Program, but saying that Remission had not been selected for publication.

I can’t say that it doesn’t smart, because it does...

March 1, 2017

By this point, two days from the end of the campaign, I had hoped that Remission would be ‘Hot and Trending’ again. This seems to happen with quite a few books when they’ve fallen away. They have one final fling at the end when people who’ve earmarked it finally put a...

February 24, 2017

The newcomer approached our party from the west, a kamikaze presence coming out of the setting sun.

We had been at the beach all afternoon, messing about in our little boats, the sun metalling the muddy grey water to pewter. The tide ripped in and out of Burnham fast, t...

February 20, 2017

cumulus swells

buildings fold and fall towers grown from

mushroom clouds of hydrogen mythic cites fill the

skies hover ethereal above the sand shimmering mirages of heat

and dust motes swirl downward coat the rubble in grey snow

slow moving automatons flaming bright or ashe...

February 20, 2017

This week I have been pondering, cynically, I’m afraid. Watching the speed with which books ending their run in the scout program are assigned to the ‘99c on Kindle, thanks but no thanks’ pile, has had me wondering.

Is this all in fact a clever ruse on the part of Kindl...

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