“You alone?” said the voice stepping out of an alleyway that ran between two iron-shuttered shops. Again, Podrall felt the crackle of fear running along his spine. Had Flowers been reading his thoughts? He hoped not. Even though he had not been thinking anything remotely seditious, he was still aware that any thoughts were dangerous.... Continue Reading →
A Life of Pie…
The leaves fell from the trees yesterday. Several warm days had succumbed to a cold replacement that was setting itself to stay. There was the small magpie to consider, the one that could only hop around the gardens as it could not fly. He didn't like the winter. He didn't like to wake to darkness... Continue Reading →
Middle-Aged White Male Tantrums…
“Now, let somebody else have their say.” There is a time when you just have to shut up and let somebody else speak, even though you, and people like you, have been accustomed to speaking and getting your own way for eons. “It’s not fair,” many are saying. “I’m a middle-aged white man and nobody... Continue Reading →
The Truth…
Truth is the property of being in accord with fact or reality. In everyday language, truth is typically ascribed to things that aim to represent reality or otherwise correspond to it, such as beliefs, propositions, and declarative sentences. Truth is usually held to be the opposite of falsity. Thanks to Wikipedia!
Man gives birth and is told to clean it up himself…
I was never meant to have a baby, but I have just gone through the most difficult period of gestation that anybody could ever dread to have. Finally, I completed the delivery of the thing during the early part of the afternoon. Pain, there was aplenty and there were times when I wondered at the... Continue Reading →
Blessed are The Weak…
Another extract from Out of the Woods. You can only be openly disrespectful just so many times before somebody notices. It’s always the ones you fail to notice, the almost invisible ones who do the jobs that nobody else cares to do, the ones you would never do in a millions shit-storm centuries, who inform.... Continue Reading →
Read After Covid…5
They still keep calling me. I am only able to hold it off so much. Inevitably, I cave into the pressure. Could I work in a school that is in some godforsaken part of the country? Maths, she said. I hate maths. Yes, I said and almost instantly regretted it. Our middle daughter seems to... Continue Reading →
Out of the Woods…
From my new book: My life had reached a point where all that existed before could no longer match up to what was taking place after. Somehow, like the bicycle on the country road, my existence had become suspended, held in the moment before passing, and the reason for this was starting to slowly reveal... Continue Reading →
An Everyman Guide To Cycling Through Madness
Saturday, oh Saturday. Since the accident, I have only been on one meaningful bike ride. Indeed, even that was not high up in the meaningful miles charts. That ride was, however, an affirmation of my desire to cycle. Today was the second such ride. This is a post about the time when I was a... Continue Reading →
Read After Covid…13
Write about what you know, that's what they tell you. The problem is that I do not know these times, at all. These times have sprung up from the pages of novels that weave themselves around the possibility of a plague decimating the world's population. Interesting that the term, decimate, refers to the Roman habit... Continue Reading →
