Lift Ogre
The future of literacy, and the only way they’ll let me into the LSE
‘The Loss of Her’ (another Flash-Fiction entrant)
She gently nudged me, as I reached above her for the teapot. The kitchen was only compact; yet…
‘Niso for life’ (English Pen Flash-Fiction competition entry using a made-up word)
He heard them. Their steps cut a path towards him. ‘Ogoni Murdered’. They had vengeance as their…
Simon Stephen’s ‘Port’ at the National Theatre
I’ve always thought that the North of England is a wondrous place. There’s two reasons which…
Transcendent Waves (a short story wrote on a recent course at Lumbank through the Arvon foundation)
Standing, waiting with baited breath, the waves begin to beat. They begin to pound in rhythmical…
Millers, Auckland, NZ
A disused building.
An abandoned dream.
A coffee grinder.
A new beginning.
A bean roasted here.
A bean roasted there.
A smile flashed.
A cacophonous shrill stampede.
A smile returned.
A chair pulled.
A Guardian rustled.
An enigmatic taste.
A sound of…
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The Hemingway Drink
If you google Ernest Hemingway drinking quotes, there’s a whole batch of garb which truthfully put, seems to be nonchalant drivel. Did Hemingway ever ‘famously’ utter: “I drink to make others more interesting” or the formidable quote which I devilishly…
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The unwitting rules of becoming a true American icon
I have to say, this post has spent a long time in its gestation phase. Almost like a plane circling a runway in heavy traffic – keeping to a tightly recognised holding pattern – I always planned to write something about the centenarian birthday of a…
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Playing word association: A Fashionable, exhausted and bloody annoying word!
This may be a petulant and childish post, but I don’t care. I’ve been stripped of any formality…
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