Read the A Birthday Letter on Unlatched Podcast, Episode 4. Poem originally published in Use Your Words.
[Published 10/02/2020 by STORGY] Gerald O’Flynn Connoway was not a very complicated man, and certainly not one capable of killing someone. Read more on STORGY.
(published in White Wall Review, 11/05/19) Merethe’s not back,” Colton says as he walks into the room. It’s 10:10pm. At 10:15pm, the automatic lockdown system would start. At 10:17pm, Sarah Hamilton, our long-suffering houseparent, would unwedge a strategic wellie from between the doors and let the lockdown system finish. Read more
[extract published in Kamena Magazine, 20/04/19] My brother died on a Saturday. That morning we’d left him and my sister to mind the shop while Mutti took me on her errands. In the summer of 1939 she’d only just started working as a seamstress of sorts. Letting out waistbands, taking in waistbands, changing the necklineContinue reading “The Day Before”
Three piece of spoken word were extracted from a larger poem and performed as part of Epoque’s Reflections ezine. The pieces, titled “In That Other Life”, “Open Season”, and “Running on Empty”, can be heard here.
[published in Bandit Fiction, issue 2, 20/06/2018; republished in Hypertrophic Press, Winter 2018] “Sammy is in the kitchen.” Sammy pronounces it more like “kit-hen” when he points to the upper right-hand part of the diagram. Read more
(originally published by Use Your Words) One day I’ll meet you in the streets of south London Twenty years from now When all this is long Said and done, saying how Strange it is the way time flies. Read more.
[originally published in Shelf Magazine, 19/05/17] A single groan, then a wretch from the sofa Where that undead slob is rising at last Read more.