The Wet Street Shuffle. A short tale.
A flash fiction about rainy streets, and the people who walk them. In the tradition of noir. Sounds serious… Continue reading The Wet Street Shuffle. A short tale.
A flash fiction about rainy streets, and the people who walk them. In the tradition of noir. Sounds serious… Continue reading The Wet Street Shuffle. A short tale.
There are lots of people who constantly lie. This is nothing new, of course. This poem is about them. Continue reading Fish Story. A poem.
Another poetic experiment. Each line is a single word. This poem is metaphorical, in case you couldn’t guess. Continue reading Termites. A poem.
My novel is back on track! Plus, exciting news about a book I’m reading (yawn!) Continue reading Novel Daze
Here’s another short piece I recently wrote for uni. The exercise was to create some realistic dialogue. Hope you like it. Continue reading The Diff. A short tale.
A poem about love and sacrifice. Can’t have one without the other. But at what price? Continue reading Styx. A poem.
Everything fades, in time. Especially memories. It’s funny how one person’s recollection, no matter how flawed, can become the new version of the truth…This poem is all about that. Continue reading Time. A poem.
I think I have fallen in love with blogging. Here is my ode to this magical and artistic writing form. Continue reading Blog. A poem.
Isn’t therapy wonderful? It makes you feel so good to get all that crap off your chest. Or bad, depending on how it goes. But what happens when it doesn’t go to plan? Continue reading Session. A short tale.
Nobody said life was meant to be easy. It’s funny how someone can read something and only see what is on the surface. Poetry runs much deeper than that… Continue reading The Bed I Made. A poem.
I blame myself for a lot of things. Actually, I blame myself for everything that’s happened in my life. Here’s a poem about that. Continue reading Outlook. A poem.
These haiku are about my love of tabletop role playing games (RPGs), particularly Dungeons and Dragons (D&D). I loooooove RPGs. Continue reading D&D. A haiku tetralogy.
Love books? Sure you do, otherwise you wouldn’t be about to click on a poem called “Books”… Continue reading Books. A poem.
Despite what the picture shows, this poem is not about my passion for playing guitar. But if you want to take it that way, that’s up to you… Continue reading Consumed. A poem.
A poem about fatherhood and love for one’s son. π Continue reading Son. A poem.