I wanted to take this opportunity to introduce my new short-story and poetry collection, Burn The Word.
It was all rather matter of fact when she asked for seconds. Just a couple of extra fish fingers and … More
Forged in the inferno of wars, beneath collapsing homes hidden in deep tunnels and makeshift shelters.
There once was a train that sped through the country laying tracks before and behind itself chewing up fields and … More
I spoke of Power to Truth, and Truth giggled at my innocence. Truth let loose a belly laugh, and asked, … More
There was never a moment when I chose to be hungry. There was never a moment when I chose to … More
Standing silently upon a tall building’s top floor, a man stares out surveying a city he knows well, or at … More
‘In this context, the term deus ex machina was chosen too for the possible connotations of the translated words, which lead to questions seeking to determine what could be the ‘machine’, and the ‘god’?’