Prodigal Father

Poem about my son from last year.

Perfectus (reduxed)

Updated version, heavy edit of first stanza. I like it better now.

I Shouldn't Have Watched Girls Gone Wild

I used to watch those Girls Gone Wild videos but I stopped.
The last one that I saw was so shocking that my jaw dropped.
At first...

18. Nong Kai

29/01/03: Catch the midday bus to Vientiane and pick up passports; cross the border into Nong Kai and book into...

17. Luang Prabang (Continued)

Later that evening a large group of us (the same who I had spent the day with, plus Yam and Samya – a double act who...

On the Pavement

Like a secret sign from gypsies, a dead rabbit lay on the pavement at the side of the road; in a side-street of low-rise apartments, one...

17. Luang Prabang

21/01/03: Colleague still ill; miss early bus to Vang Vieng; get later bus to Vang Vieng, which takes seven hours...


we dance in your periphery
you doubt that we exist
but what do you think happens
when you...

We passed through …

Some people leave a work of art
when they depart this earth;
some people leave a legacy
of quite substantial worth.

Some actors leave …

The squirrel

One morning last week I was woken up by a squirrel jumping onto the outside window ledge of my bedroom. I told it to go away in no...


There’s a green-eyed monster that lives inside my head.

There’s a green-eyed monster and I live by every word he’s said.


autumn leaves

earlier this year


A Tangled Web: Chapter 3

Quentin was alone with his thoughts as he drove home at the end of what he
optimistically called a working day. The early evening was grim....

strangers in the night

things that go 'bump' in the night


I still feel lost

Even though you've been gone for a year and a half, at times I still feel lost without you.
When I feel this way, it's so sad and I don't...


Camino 2 - 21 September 2014

The rucksacks turned out to fit the cabin-baggage gauge, which was a relief. We shoved them in the lockers and strapped ourselves in.


Moving Uncontrolled Change (I.P)

Through the windows that line the corridor the setting sun casts the last of its golden light.

For a brief moment everything is aglow....


An experiment. Play loud music, write whatever comes into your head, do not edit.

I have not even read this yet. It will by its nature be mainly nonsense but I hope that there might be some interesting starting points for something else. Who knows??


Chapter 11 - It All Goes Wrong!

She was here.

Gavin could just make out her pointy umbrella and sharp profile through the frosted glass of the front door. Mum froze and...