“Tell the story Uncle Jack, go on.” My brother handed Jack a mug of tea. We were spending the summer holiday on Uncle Jack’s farm in the Black Mountains, in Wales. It was getting dark. We’d had fish finger sandwiches…
What The Stars Mean to You and Me
She brings a shawl out into the garden, cuddles into the chair next to mine. We listen to the sounds of the crickets and me swinging from the whiskey bottle. The air caresses the cacti needles behind us and all…
Marginalia
Mouse-like, she lived on the fringes of polite society. She was one of the the overlooked, ignored, unremembered and to others, unremarkable. The last to arrive, the first to leave. “A bus to catch,” she’d murmur, gathering her beige handbag…
A Second-Hand Coat
I dismounted at the road edge, where metalled track crumbled away into moorland, giving way to sedge and a rolling sea of cottongrass. Beyond was the heather, delicate purple, a perfect foil for the scarlet of Jesse’s coat as he…
Night Wait
The thick, starless night enveloped the lonely figure with the smell of autumn, the season of mists. He didn’t know how long he’d been waiting in the abandoned bus shelter, he wasn’t even quite sure why he was there. He…
Wild Gestures
THE DEATH AND LIFE OF ROMANCE You fall in love with a voice, with a book, a beard, or lack of. You, who feel nothing, who is a wasteland in a woman’s body. You can’t let any of this show…
