A Special Kind of Actor
The craggy face of Rutger Hauer glared back at me from the battered VHS case. ‘Don’t let your mum find it. I want it back when you’re done.’ ‘She’ll find it. She finds everything.’ ‘Hide it under your bed.’ ‘First place she looks.’ ‘Dammit. She’ll kill me too if she finds it. She’ll know I…
“Feuilles Mortes” Shortlisted in Writing Magazine’s Poetry Competition
Delighted to have made the shortlist for this one, being the first poetry competition I’ve entered in a few years. Thanks to Writing Magazine. It will be available to read in a collection called The Crystal Barrel, which I am compiling for 2020. You can read “Feuilles Mortes” for yourself here. Find more poetry here.…
Perseid Promise
Last night, after the captain and crew went to bed, I stuck around on the bow of the Sarinda to catch the Perseid meteor shower. I wedged my rucksack under my head and kept my eyes fixed on the night sky until bright green lights began streaking across it, leaving vapour trails in their wake. I didn’t have a…
Recent Comments