Murder. No mystery.

The runes were cast and these are what the gods came back with - a black cat, a lightning bolt, a light bulb, an eye, a question, a footprint, an abacus, a compass and a magic wand - see the picture! I did my best with this meagre material... so here is my offering!Read more


For Your Pleasure

Watch my video while listening to my poem, “For Your Pleasure”, written following an exhibition I went to by Vik Muniz at CAC Malaga, in Oct 2012.

Vik Muniz created and photographed all of the art installations in the video, with help from some of the site workers. He called his project “Portraits of Garbage”, a title inspired by the subject matter and location of the project at a vast Rio landfill site called Jardim Granacho.

The artist donated nearly all of the proceedings from  sales of the art installations back to the Jardim Granacho workers and their own social projects. His amazing’ project was filmed and can be seen on a DVD called “Wasteland” which you can purchase here: http://amzn.to/1TluN4y .  The film is every bit as fascinating and heartwarming as the blurb on the back of the DVD case says it is.

The guitar music on the video is called “Granaina” and is played by Pepe Habuelcha. It’s available on the album, “The Beginner’s Guide to Flamenco” which you can purchase here: http://amzn.to/29jz0FB

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Tommy's tale

It was getting very late and everyone was dispirited after the last announcement given personally by the nervous station master who had since retired to his snug office with the small but bright fire in the grate.

"Unfortunately due to the heavy snowfall there will be no trains until tomorrow mid morning by which time the line is expected to be clear enough to allow passage through." were his words. "I'm sorry to say that, because of the weather, you will have to make the best of the accommodation we have here..." he had waved around somewhat feebly, at the confines of the simple waiting room, they were situated in. "At least there's a fire, and plenty of logs to feed it with", he had said.

After the station master had hurriedly left there had been some grumbling but they all agreed there was really nothing they could do. There was no hotel or guest house open for miles as it was winter, and this was a thinly populated suburb and not a skiing resort of any nature. They must make the best of it. So some tried to make rudimentary sleeping arrangements, chiefly consisting of finding a corner to prop themselves up in, or annoy their neighbours on the seating by falling on them every few minutes as they fell asleep.

A thickset man, in his 50's, a salesman he'd said, decided to try and cheer things up, in his own oblique way it must be said, by coming out with a few stories of things that had happened to him, in his travels on the road.
One or two others became interested and reciprocated with their own tales, but after a while they seemed to be drying up, until a well-built blonde woman at the back in the darkness of the railway station's waiting room said in a low voice to a man who may or may not have been her husband, as far as the listeners knew.

“Tell them Tommy. It might help.” she said. Her partner, who was probably in his early 60s, seemed reluctant to go forward, but eventually he moved towards the light and speaking hesitantly at first, said, “I’ve an experience to share." He looked around at the expectant onlookers. "My sister thinks it might be good for me if I tell you my story. She calls it a story, anyway. But it won’t make the snow disappear and I don’t think it will make the train come any sooner.”
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bots

At a recent writers group meeting, we wrote a piece based on "interruptions". Lauren gave us a starting prompt, and we all did a piece of free writing. Every few minutes Lauren interrupted us with another prompt until the last and then time was called...
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Oscar

Here's a poem abut one of my cats... Read more


Oscar, Ella and Ringo

Those are the names of our cats. I said are, and that’s true. They are the names of our cats, it’s just that one of them isn’t our cat anymore.Read more


Calvin and Hobbes

Recently, after making a donation, my wife brought home a book of comic strips from a charity table at work. It was "The Calvin And Hobbes Tenth Anniversary Book" by Bill Watterson, commemorating his own comic strip, which was pretty big in US newspapers in the 80's and 90's. (This book's been great company in the bathroom, by the way.)
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Streets of fire

A picture of a boy and a miner freshly out of the mine inspired me to write this piece of flash fiction...

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The Elephant of Doom

Steve Wilson

(no relation!) recently published another of his brilliant books "The Element of Death" which I'm currently reading. Steve's tale gave me an idea for a title. Perhaps my story doesn't quite live up to the title, but who cares.

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The Morning After the Night Before

Lauren brought in 6 paintings to inspire. The one that "spoke" to me was "Rooms By the Sea" painted in 1951 by Edward Hopper [many thanks to the Emyoku Project for this reproduction]. And this is the piece I wrote...Read more