Category Archives: Writing

Arrowhead

Where is it the dead go? When I look at the moon or an aeroplane flying overhead I think of my artist brother in his white trousers and best distressed leather jacket heading off to some event better than any … Continue reading

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Solway

Galloway, Solway: glittering seas in the blaze of summer green lands low-lying tumbling bush and trees random Mandelbrot sequence peninsular as digits of a hand outstretched, upturned, open to the sky waiting for the great yellow ball of sun to … Continue reading

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News

Well, it must be high time I posted some news here. My tenth book, “The Fallen West”, an unusual collection of both short stories and poetry, is now available for pre-order from Californian publisher Snuggly Books. The cover painting is … Continue reading

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A Sepia Photograph

Hidden in a drawer unseen for fifty years is a photograph they never showed us: our parents young and in love, seated back to back on a rock by the sea posing, laughing, smiling to friends like a message to … Continue reading

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The Yearning Year

Skeletal fingers impossibly long shadows reaching out across the town last rays of October light washing roofs red with twisting wisps of endless longing mauve cloud overhead long copper drifts of crinkling kindling rustling all around the trunks and branches … Continue reading

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Barking Circus

This is only my preliminary version of the artwork, the great David Rix of Eibonvale Press shall be working his magic on it in due course in order to arrive at a final cover worthy of us both, but… as … Continue reading

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Borders

Into the endless breeze-rippled sea of barley and wheat let me vanish with the unknowable hare and the deer who run alone hearts throbbing and the blind shrew who can never know night.

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