The DeadCades are coming …

As part of The Infernal Clock editing team (with David Shakes), I have spent a large part of this year gathering and editing stories for the third in the Clock’s time-themed anthologies. Previous books focussed on one day (The Infernal Clock, each story taking place in a specific hour) and set times of celebration (CalenDark,…

Who said Sunday was a Day of Rest?

Whoever it was – they lied. Have had a couple of days away from writing and the computer in order to celebrate my son’s graduation with a BA in Music at Plymouth University. He received his degree on The Hoe, although I’m not quite sure if it was exactly the same spot as where Sir…

Fiends in the Furrows … soon

After what felt like continual rounds of rejections this year – the vast majority so frustratingly close and more often than not turned down due to reasons of fit with other stories – it’s been nice to see something actually make it. My story, The Way of the Mother, is featured in this collection and…

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 beyond Where death does not dwell in darkness But returns to display itself In the shape of an unquiet soul A spirit unseen, unheard, except By screech owl and demon…

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 but filed with stories rather than my poetry). It rhymes, which is something I don’t do much of these days, but I do like the first verse … The expected…

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 anthology of folk horror. (This story is the one that will allow me to apply for HWA membership, finally!). It is also a story which evolved from a world I…

Altruism

When you’re sat gazing at rows of shoes on the shelves of Primark as your daughter browses for just the right pair, what happens? An opening line pops into your wandering mind. What do you with it? Well, when you exchange your seat for one outside the changing rooms waiting for said daughter to try…

So here I am …

Welcome! If you found me it was either totally by accident, or possibly via the link on my old website. I knew the time for change was coming and, as I took my writing more seriously, I decided to take the plunge and create a new website on a different platform. Why did I do…