Cherrypicked stories

Mother cannot or still does not want to see the truth but she has to know. ‘It appears that Geoffrey was involved in all sorts of dodgy deals and...

I have begun to sketch mother. I’ve decided my study will be called ‘Julia’s mother watching TV.’ Why not stick to the obvious? As agreed, I do not...

Betty, where the heck is Sidney? You said he’d give us a ride to the bowlin’ alley? And now it’s rainin’ all over my fedora!” “Stop grumblin’, Mr...

Performance poem - pre-Brexit satire. If Jacob Rees-Mogg wrote poetry...

I’m in perpetual turmoil. Switches of form intentional.

Julia looks at me with a resigned face. ‘What you do about your relationship with Geoffrey is up to you, it isn’t my business.’ ‘What about Brian?’...

Find a place you’ve never seen. Wander a path of sun dappled loveliness, never want to leave. Complete peace you know unique creates almost holy...

Chugging along through the heart of Wales, one or two coaches hugging the rails … lush fertile fields, and soft hillsides surround, bridging bright rivers … After four hours journey, we’ll savour the sight of Singleton Park, and the sea and the sand, and return up the line by the evening light.