Workers of the world, run for your lives!!

Contract just signed, and I am very happy that my dark weird story, Blur, shall be appearing in ProleSCARYet. Who knows what evil lurks in the heart of the manager of your local call centre? ProleSCARYet: Tales of Horror and Class Warfare : monstrous bosses, jobs from literal Hell, working class folks fighting back against great […]

Acceptance

Second acceptance for the year, I think that I prefer 2021 to 2020 (wot? its not just me?). I now have an odd little something / something a little odd appearing in the January edition of Jersey Devil Press.

THE COLLECTED POEMS (V –AUSTRALIAN BATS)

Numb-bats Body artfully draped Wrist carefully exposed Window opened just a little A late night pose . Trap wary though jaded Set the scene Lure them in . Room ransacked Car carjacked Best of all that morning Feelings stolen away . Cheap furry buddhas Bodhi-bat-vas Take away nirvahna Delivered every night . Take it all […]

THE COLLECTED POEMS (IV –70s RADIO)

I. Billy Be a hero The rest of us will creep out the back Our wives were happy Our kids were happy They didn’t care about Billy After all, their Dads came back. II. The night Chicago died There was nothing good on TV I went to bed early and missed it all. Dammit! III. […]

More about me me me me me

I can remember the first time I was asked to provide a short bio, not having published anything before, and all I can say is that I am sort of glad that the print magazine it was in is now out of print, and the website it was stuck in now appears to have drifted […]

Read “My life as a lizard”

I ate a decaying cow. It had fallen down a hill, and was stuck between rocks, its head twisted round. It had been there some time. I tore at its distended belly, made an exit for the gases. I stuck my whole head in, felt it deflate until its innards pressed against me and I […]

Read KAIJU!

A cop vibe first, then, no: junkie. Both? Whatever: the guy gave off weird. Then he proved it by waving a naked stump at Tati, the melted remnant of his handless arm clubbing the air near her face. Ahh, prescription pain killers, and now she was all ready for a confab, to compare notes, when […]

This Neil Armstrong is not dead

Armstrong in bedArmstrong looked at her lying beside him, asleep. She was grainy in the moonlight, a black and white photograph magnified a thousand times for forensic examination, revealing a pyramid on Mars, a face on the moon. … He rubbed her flank, distant. She did not stir. The night smoothed the edges. His dull […]