Cherrypicked stories

A photograph. It could be anyone. One of hundreds involved in a 'War to end all wars'. Much cracked and faded now, like the memories. He stares...

Who knows how, in the night, while Super Moon strains, chalk-carpeted deep in weeping autumn mists: might a million golden butterflies voiceless...

The Food bank He helped every Tuesday with the food bank, my father that is. Long after he had quit most things, he would pull on a bright red shirt...

‘I want to tell those stories too.’ Kelpie drew a deep breath. She came closer to the fire, spread out her hands before it, embracing the warmth, her...

5. The Fighting Pits As they approached the center of the city, Nick began to hear chanting. It was difficult to make out, but to him it sounded like...

An empty house with no picture frames The echo's vibrating off the clean walls Feet remains invisible yet still carries through the open doors Still...

Why what Germany does will matter, and why it might not be good... For my own part, I do not accept that sexual assaults on a minority of women are an acceptable consequence of immigration. I am aware that some of the Cologne assaults were committed by 2nd generation citizens. Note, I do not advocate restriction of movement. I would advocate the prosecution to the fullest extent of perpetrators of this kind of crime whatever their circumstances. Whose side do you take? Do you understand the woman in this story?

The recent loss of my firstborn has brought back the pain of another loss...

4. The Book of the Dead “Alright Nick, this is getting god damned ridiculous.” Albert had stood and was swaying side to side as if caught in a heavy...