MH 17

My wife’s phone rang at 3.19am. It confused me, because my alarm does not make that sound. Mostly asleep, I thought of the time when the noise would stop, and I could submerge myself completely. My wife was obviously also not conscious. “What’s that?” I asked, innocently. “My sister is trying to call me.” “Oh.” […]

Dachshund

My eldest daughter dreamed that we bought a dachshund. She cuddled it at the breeder’s, and everyone was very happy with the new sausage dog. Next in the dream, I was driving the car with the family. My daughter looked out and saw our new dog on the road. I saw it too, accelerated and […]

Grappling annually

The interestingly named “The Grapple Annual” (Roy Slaven and HG Nelson come to mind) have announced their forthcoming publication, and the announcement includes that my short story, “The Penultimate Report of Sergeant Burns” is among the contents. (Perhaps that is the incentive I need to write some more, and blog some more. I am far […]

School massacre

I had to have my dog put down before Christmas last year. There is no art in that, nothing but bathos. Orwell may have made something out of shooting an imaginary elephant, but there is no poetry or great message in the death of my cute little dog. I stayed with him as the vet […]

The sadness of Casper: Ghost

How can you live with the fact a child died for your cartoon pleasure? You did him no favours taming him, accustoming him to humans. Oh yes, he is a friendly ghost, and you may count that as an accomplishment, but what does it mean? He craves companions, he desires contact, he is less without […]