A true story of homelessness in mid-80s Sheffield. Previously published in “Absent Ginsberg” (A Swift Exit) With apologies to Saul Bass for the adapted poster.
Quite a long read this one, handily broken up into small sections. Research, discovery, spirituality, TV, poetry… it’s a mixed bag/experimental approach (for me anyway) Hope you enjoy it. A … Continue reading
I The Weirdstone of Brisingamen, Alan Garner’s 1960 novel has had me entirely in thrall for almost 50 years. It is a timeless tale of good versus evil, light versus … Continue reading
Since I made the decision to take some time out from my PhD, I’ve not really felt much like writing. I’ve read a lot, but the stress of my recent … Continue reading
Unexpected prose alert! My friend Mark had just bought a car and we would go for night drives, hunting for UFOs or headless horsemen or any other Fortean madness that … Continue reading
1 The sun absent; the moon a papercut. Hibernal lowery. An unexpected crunching woke me. Footsteps on gravel. A faint gruffling noise as something brushed against the chalet door; a … Continue reading
Drab brown drag bustling with the snap and jitter of twelve frames a second. Squabble tweedling with dickering kin scrabble-flickering for errant grain. The farmers sons with .22 strength … Continue reading