I want to kick off with a mention that Reflex Press's anthology Volume Two, The Real Jazz Baby, has recently won the Best Anthology Award in the 2020 Saboteur Awards. My story Let Me Be Your Fantasy is featured, together with 160 other authors, and I'm very proud to be a small part of an… Continue reading Lockdown Update – Every Day is Like Sunday, Plus Award Winning Flash Fiction!
I've had asthma since my teens, nearly forty years now. It lurks, ready at the lack of a coat to remind me of how it's compromised my respiratory system. A mild cold in December mutated into a chest infection that hung around like an oblivious, unwelcome guest for nearly a month. Needless to say, I'm… Continue reading Getting Creative with the Coronavirus
I hope you all had a restful and enjoyable Christmas and New Year break. The tone of this post was set by my New Year's Eve iTunes playlist (mercifully for my friends and family it's quite short, unlike my eight-hour gargantuan Christmas version). While singing along to Abba's "Happy New Year" I realised it's not… Continue reading Happy New Year!
...And the blackbird's tune, And May, and June! - De Gustibus, Robert Browning I've added a lot of tags to this post; my four weeks away from writing and blogging generated quite a few thoughts and ideas, as well as… Continue reading Breaks and Pauses
Philomena Who's in that house there, look? I thought I saw a light flickering in the empty rooms; who'd be in there late on Saturday night? Who's in that house there - that wee house belongs to my dad! No one lives there now. Should we go and check it's nothing bad? Who's in that… Continue reading NaPoWriMo Day 14 – Philomena
The Customers Finally, summer's here, and we're enjoying a wee drink in this bar. A mix of us, from both sides of the fence. Unusual for these troubled times but it works for us. The balmy moon glows in our glasses, when the yellow headed men invade the bar and call out for us to separate by faith.… Continue reading NaPoWriMo Day 13 – The Customers
(Apologies for the hiatus, I'll be catching up with posting my NaPoWriMo poems this week...) David We've stopped here by a ditch, across the sea from home; guns across our chests, peering like Eagle Eyes action men. It's wetter here, more clouds; the sky drips more, but still I know this grass, this hedge, this… Continue reading NaPoWriMo Day 12 – David
Thomas I was dumped at this church, unable to get home; back down the hill into town. This city, this town is deathly sick; my head stoved in with a brick and barrels from the bar. I watch a car toil up Forthriver's rise, from this hill among the skies. No hallowed stones or weathered… Continue reading NaPoWriMo Day 11 – Thomas
Rachel We came up on the tube by district line; we nearly missed our stop. Jumped off at Earl's Court and running, we just caught the Olympia branch train, a short hop. It put me in mind of the Blitz, the push and shove onto the platforms; the songs, the camaraderie, worried glances at the… Continue reading NaPoWriMo Day 10 – Rachel
Roy Bells ringing on the radio, Merry Christmas Everybody, Silent Night; my ma wants a record of carols; I'll pick one up tonight. I had a wee dance in the kitchen, and she laughed as I shuffled along; the fits have left me limping, and my arm hangs down all wrong. But after all, I'm lucky,… Continue reading NaPoWriMo Day 7 – Roy