Category Archives: Stories & Poetry

Happy Pancake Poem!

  Flipping light   A long streak of white moon slides drops of silver on to a hairy earth. When a sly street lamp scatter guns neon candy it bounces off unsuspecting geometric symmetric random roof tops. Neglected horizons fall in line for sunrise. Everything too tall to beat to the bird song Is painted orange. […]
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Bessa Can’t Dance

  This is part of a novel I am slowly working on that reflects the theme of ‘honey and vinegar’, and looks at the role of kindness from others in building a life.     Her parents had such a lust for life no one was around to pick her up from dance lessons or […]
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Around the Mound

Overheard from a window opening onto Edinburgh Fringe… Debbie did something amazing yesterday and the pain went away.  We be both cried. -How are you feeling? Me? -I feel like I want to tell you all my problems Why? -After you said what you did by trade I am not a practicing therapist though -Who are […]
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Flower Power

I found pressed flowers in the attic during a clear out and these dusty first few pages of a novel that look at the power of a flower in a theatre.   A closer view of the stage can be found here!   The school Jack once studied at stood in Edinburgh like a tombstone in evil grey stone. […]
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Royal Male

The unexamined life is between her covers. She slips into an Egyptian sheet and grows close to herself. An arm peeks out braving the cold of the room to reach for a clean ceramic cup. It’s either coffee black or coffee white with two sugars. The Princess pours it as she sits under the covers […]
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Stuck on Conchiglie

One of the houses I lived in did not have a name so we got stuck on Conchiglie.   Pasta and Glue In this four bedroomed lost and found there’s people coming ‘round and we’re drinking gin, ‘coz there’s no food in. When I open my mouth wide I can feel my mind slide as […]
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Dodgy Doges and Fresher Frescoes

    Towers are lowering to the ground in the flood. The availability of rooms we all enjoy amongst the frescoes are slipping away. Art defines who we are, our faces stare like emperors lost in a terrible moment of catastrophe. The strength of Venice is to the hilt. Suddenly her boats are ripped up […]
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blackberry is a gooseberry

My neighbour has a holiday cottage full of the outdoors type.  They are frequently lost on our winding roads but I hear them coming up the lane from random chatter on their mobile phones.  Right now I have my window open. to catch what drifts in on the breeze. I’m walking my way to work […]
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