THE OLD FOOL

I’ve been out of the WP writing game of late trading my pen for what felt like a doctor’s stove poker…if, indeed, doctors carry such things. Thankfully, all is well. If I have a humorous memory of my necessary starvation prior to, or indeed when visiting the hospital, it is that of the delightful young … More THE OLD FOOL

‘MAYDAY’

What with a bucket of research prior to penning this new book, along with the night and day process of writing it, it really has been a long time coming yet, at last, a rather lovely ‘Mayday’ finally gets to see the light of day. In that regard, the infamous ‘blurb’ provides a…hopefully…worthy hint of … More ‘MAYDAY’

A CLOAK OF TREASURES

She now plants landmines where she once stationed azaleas but then spring is long past now, high sun skirmishes beseech to ignite the bonfires of autumn worse still, Jack Frost stirs rubbing his eyes, yawning rousing himself once more mischief, as ever his vexing wheeze Whatsoever that was then when the ball was still in … More A CLOAK OF TREASURES

CARDBOARD CITY

Before, in the putative asylum of her bedroom whether alone or in the company of lovers the one of curious Grecian genesis would always keep alight the loose hanging shade-less bulb As a vocal self-proclaimed freethinker those who understood these things thought this her greatest contradiction The ignorance of brawn afforded him an ability to … More CARDBOARD CITY

OUT OF THE MOONLIT BLUE

Grey granite stone, the great doddery wall towering over little since Roman times, knocked together long, long ago by the one-time burghers of South Rie…South Rie, the pre-spruced up tribal name of a latter day nouveau riche county. Over time ‘granite’ had seen Roundheads and Cavaliers playing the game called ‘revolution’, Luftwaffe bombers above, ‘up … More OUT OF THE MOONLIT BLUE