After what felt like continual rounds of rejections this year – the vast majority so frustratingly close and more often than not turned down due
Summoned
Another ghostly poem from my past. Summoned Silver slivers of moonlight Slice through naked branches Seeking out shades and shadows A spotlight on the world
Final Destination – A Poem
As fellow FlashDogs have gathered their flash fiction into collections, I’ve been delving back into mine and found a poem (entered for a flash comp
Poem written for an exercise at the Tuesday creative writing class I tutor at the Craft House in Saltaire- inspired by this image below…
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Graffiti Guys by Alyson Faye Here’s me and Dom spray cans in hand, strutting around town in the post-midnight land. Our…
The Dance Turns the Wheel
In the next few weeks, a new story of mine, The Way of the Mother, will appear in Nosetouch Press’ Fiends in the Furrows, an
Don’t Press Publish: The Importance of a Proof Copy
The hours were ticking by last night, my last night after a 6-week summer break from the day job, and the return to school looming.
