December 18, 2013 § 2 Comments
My routine with the world
From the time that it takes to drag
My heavy self out of bed,
To the milk I pour on my malted wheats,
To the bus that I amble past the course of
To the tram that crowds my platform.
Every morning I feel the waking ache
Of a hundred people
Sway with the groaning beast that carries us down the track.
December 14, 2013 § 1 Comment
When I look forward
I see the eyes of death pierce down
The narrowing stretch between I and he;
His mouth drooling as the scent of my anxiety
Touches his foul nostrils.
I am paralyzed with the eternal presence of his stare:
Where is the meaning if all we can do is wait?
But as I look down, the skull is not yet in my hands,
And my breath is still firmly in my lungs.
As the intensity grows too infinite,
I turn, using all the reason in my body
And face the fertile past:
My birth, my victories and my losses.
As the hearth of my heart
Rekindles once more with the warmth of life.
I know, Death’s stare will never be the same again.
August 24, 2013 § Leave a comment
As Sense: A collection of short stories has been out for 24 days now, I have some very exciting news. I had a radio interview (recorded on Thursday) and it has now aired. For the next seven days only the link can be listened to here:
(You’ll have to skip to 50 mins approx.)
If you are interested in the collection it can be found and purchased here. I’d love to hear what you think!
August 4, 2013 § Leave a comment
This collection of short stories varies from issues of the present day, to problematic views of fantastic and tragic futures. The further the reader progresses into the novel, the settings become more futuristic, as the stories are ordered in a hypothetical timeline. Bodybuilding, social media, the media and the justice system are just a few of the concepts that come in to play in these short and fascinating pieces of fiction. Click here to visit the page.
Exclusively on Kindle
July 21, 2013 § 1 Comment
Fantastic news, although I have been incredibly quiet, it has been with good reason. Within the next ten days I will be putting the final touches to a fabulous short story collection. All the news and updates will be published on this appropriately linked blog above.
The book will be called Sense, and touches on what it is to be human and to live in the technologically advancing society that we do. The blog’s homepage shows off a pre-released cover, with the University of Essex’s branding who are endorsing the collection.
OUT JULY 31ST
May 24, 2013 § 1 Comment
A deep message in a hard crime
Leaves us wallowing in our fears,
Blood red hands meet the eyes of every
Social media user
And a man who has lost his mind
And tries and be heard,
Butchering his own message
With the blood of a patriotic symbol.
I’ve heard weak
Diluted with racism and propaganda
By people who need a man to hate
A reason to boil
And bring the bubbles to the ugly surface.
I have heard a petty rhyme scheme
Speculating the victim’s death;
Glorifying the institution of murder
Hiding behind the image of crisp uniforms,
Keeping hardened souls
And corrupt causes.
We are at war,
And yet we believe there is no battleground at home?
We are at war.
A British soldier stabbed a ten-year-old boy,
Where is the justice in that?
Our soldiers fight for no just cause,
They are only lost, directed by the madness
Of those above
Who play God with others’ lives
And mislead with their rhetoric and guile.
People blame religion,
Fighting the building blocks of mosques:
These are the ones that cannot see the truth in the spaces of the politicians’ words
As it trickles through in the tears over those lost and never found.
The war on terror
Becomes only as absurd as those who scream at it.
As fear becomes an excuse
Not an explanation for war,
April 14, 2013 § 6 Comments
Why fight the sheep,
When it is so easy to be carried along
By their soft wool
And steady bleating.
You see the black sheep,
And are envious of his wool,
But he still follows the rest
And fights for a place amongst the rest.
As you are huddled up
With them all surrounding,
The air thins
Despite the open fields.
Every sheep follows the dogs orders,
But it is time
- Finally -
To step out on your hind legs,
And test who you are
Against your own wits
Accepting the judgements of others.
Take a breath of fresh air,
Feel your own surroundings.