The Aftermath
So I have dragged myself into another spurious new year, and, tired to my bones, long for something different, something completely new. Not this same old same old village, however… Continue Reading
So I have dragged myself into another spurious new year, and, tired to my bones, long for something different, something completely new. Not this same old same old village, however… Continue Reading
Dear, dear Ren, When you wrote to me in June, I did actually start writing back. I have the scribbled draft in one of my notebooks (behind me in a… Continue Reading
The quiet start, the build-up of notes, before that voice, low at first, then soaring through the room, through space, through my heart. The radio on, in the echoing, mouldy… Continue Reading
As you may imagine, having been traditionally published and then dropped by your publisher because you’re not “commercially viable” can be a bitter pill to swallow. However, there are some… Continue Reading
Sometime in 1989, I was sitting at my desk at work, exhausted after yet another day of internecine warfare instigated mainly by the management consultants I was working with at… Continue Reading