The Collected Poems (I – scars)

INTERNATIONAL BURNS DAY  I thought that it must have been International Burns Day with the victims on parade, their different scars on display. Marks I had not seen before. Hair up, showing pigmentless flesh below the ear. Flashmark along the arm. Puckered skin running down the rear of a shoulder. Are these the marks that […]

READ “THE BIG REVEAL”

When he heard the cracking before the lights had even been doused — a noise he would later realize was the sound of small facial bones breaking — when he looked up and saw the man’s face turning into someone else’s, the boy stopped paying attention to the stuffed horse he had been pulling hair […]

Mid-life Crisis

If only the boy could talk. He had a tongue in his head:  Joe had checked. What horrors had silenced it? The usual, probably. Not that I am counting or anything, but my 20th published story, Mid-life Crisis, is now live and available for your free reading pleasure at Chrome Baby magazine. When do we first […]

Coming soon

Coming soon, The final hypotheses of Professor G. [UPDATE: available now, click on the link.) Professor G has had walk on roles in some of my previous stories: My Life as a Lizard, The Boulevardier, and Mr Cranky. He discovers that even in the tiny universe of his own story, he is not the most […]

Things I like: Death

“You will be free; you will die and be reborn. I will guide you to what you want, and to what is fit and proper for you. Tell me what it is.” “You don’t want me to kill the others …”. The Intercessor inclined his head in a nod. “It is for each of them […]

Peter Corris

Very sorry to read of Peter Corris‘s death today. It has been a while since I read any of Cliff Hardy’s adventures, but I read a lot of Corris in the past. Unlike me, he was not Sydney born, but in his Hardy detective stories, he exposed many sides of Sydney to me that I […]

I had a dream …

I had a dream, and it was bloody awful. I blame my younger daughters. They were discussing stress dreams, so then I went off and had one. I was in India, catching a bunch of trains, and every time I was on a platform I saw someone die. People just leaping into trains. I won’t […]

Abandoned chunk from a work in progress

Fucken hungry.  He could murder a cold one too, a dozen, but he knows he could drink a sea and  it wouldn’t fill him with what he needs. He’s just taking a breather.  No one could deny he’s been digging away down here in the dark.  Working hard.  Its only when he looks up that […]

Graham Joyce

Graham Joyce is one of my writers. Like you, I have a bunch of them. I come across them somehow, often at a book sale, buy something cheap, then after enjoying it, work my way through their back catalogue, and still enjoying them, buy each new book as it comes out. Too rarely I reflect […]