Valentine’s Day poem
The things I wish for always disappear. I don’t see enough of you,naked,in the soft light of day,nor in the harshness of artificial light,now I think about it.Routine and habits… Continue Reading
Why I’ve become sexually explicit
Let me tell you a secret. At one point in Dead Men, I closed a chapter without what my editor considered a suitable climax, for want of a better word…. Continue Reading
On 2012
As I get ready to turn my machines off for over a week, the time has come for a brief reflection on this year. I know I still owe posts… Continue Reading
Radio Stradbroke Sunday Sessions
Well, a mix-up in diaries meant I got to do my second solo show in this season of Radio Stradbroke’s Sunday Sessions, and the three hours just zipped by. I… Continue Reading
Amundsen’s Secret Diary
Any author goes through countless versions of a book before the final, definitive text is sent to be published. Dead Men was no different. There were three different endings, several… Continue Reading
Frederick Hooper’s diary, 12th November 1912
F.J. Hooper was one of the party who went searching for Captain Scott, Wilson, Bowers, Captain Oates, and P.O. Evans in October 1912, after the Polar Party had not returned… Continue Reading
Excerpts from Frederick Hooper’s diary
F.J. Hooper was one of the party who went searching for Captain Scott, Wilson, Bowers, Captain Oates, and P.O. Evans in October 1912, after the Polar Party had not returned… Continue Reading
A new season of Radio Stradbroke’s Sunday Sessions
Today marked the beginning of winter for real, as the great crew at Radio Stradbroke ramped up with the new season of the Sunday Sessions. When I say it marks the… Continue Reading
Leaving for New York
You may think it counter-intuitive of me to write a post about New York at this time, after the disaster that Sandy has been, in the light of the dreadful… Continue Reading
Oscar’s birthday poem, 2012
. . . Calm here, And across the ocean a storm. I am guessing that you Will take a cursory glanceAt these words,Raise an eyebrow, cough, and move on,And squirrel… Continue Reading