Hello, everyone! Back to school, back to work. August saw almost no writing get done because I made the decision early in the school holidays that I didn’t want to get frustrated so made zero […]
You use 40 percent less energy in the peloton. A life spent in the service of others, dragging them up mountains, ferrying them down the other side.
Hello all. I’ve been getting twitchy lately and I think I know why. While working on the novel, I’ve missed the immediate satisfaction of flash fiction and the thought has crossed my mind that I find writing shorter fiction far more enjoyable.
She walks east. Tick tick tick tick, a woodpecker tapping at the side of her brain. Tick tick tick tick. Countless tiny brass squares of the city’s shame underfoot, unforgotten. Each has one word in […]
Flora Goodwin picks at the hole in the tablecloth on her kitchen table. There must be something she can do. Outside, six pigeons, two starlings, one crow, two swallows and a parakeet line up on […]
I was a camper. Everyone hated me.
OMG NOOB CAMPER QUIT CAMPING U FAG.
Finding a quiet corner of the map – or a dark spot in a busy corner of the map -and picking off passers-by was, apparently, not cool.
Anton has had a good month. His energy consumption is down and his reputation capital has doubled after volunteering at the Sunnyside Nursing Home. Content, he relaxes into his fabricated Eichholtz Goldoni armchair, swipes off his retina display and shuts his eyes.