Winner, winner, chicken dinner,poor old Chuck is not a grinner,destined for the pot to simmer,feels the horror rising in her.
An autobiography Barbara was a barnacle —clingy,sticky,unwilling to get moving.She sat and she stewed andgrew rough around her edges,stuck stubborn amidst high tidesand searing raysand sea storms that blustered for days.She was drowning but her glue didn’t give,howling with the blue of each vicious wave,and in the calm bits,she slouched and stared,daydreamed of fresh waterways.
And so the ritual begins. Small humans roam the streets, all hyped up on the kinds of treats that big humans typically ration for the purpose of bribery. Humiliating outfits are abound, comprised of old rags, plastic sacks, enormous white sheets, obnoxiously large, wide-brimmed hats, and an array of peculiar masks which make humans look […]
Constellate Literary Journal recently published my short story, All Fixed. Read it here. The pub smelled of stale lager and pork scratchings, but that’s just the way Dad liked it. One of the last good, proper pubs left, so he used to say. A shithole, in other words. But at least it was friendly. I […]
Something really cool happened. Janise Michel created an animation for one of my short stories, I Remember, for her digital drawing class at university. It’s amazing and you should watch it immediately! That is all.
The front door slams, the house shivers and its inhabitants freeze. “They’re back,” says Daughter, and her face quickly crumples as tears well. “Don’t you dare cry,” hisses Mother. “They’ll hear us.” The family falls silent and listens. A series of thuds and rattles comes from the floor below. Cupboard doors are opened and closed, […]