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My stories


Turqouise Towels And Riding Crops

Even depression these days is branded in London. Mine is delivered as a blank parcel to the mind, its contents an image of the Hanger Lane Gyratory...

An homage to plastic cutlery (part 1)

In the warm cabin, The girl swept the crepe mixture round the circular griddle like a World War II radar. The other side of the counter, the air was crisp and cold.

Blue Sky Thinking

Boxing Day at Stansted; each expression is the scab-picked wound of a Christmas too quickly spent.


“It’s fine, my boy – Mummy’s treatment is a game of Space Invaders very nearly won.”

Imagist Suburbia

The evening light tan-coloured on the high-rise draws out its Sky dishes like blackheads;