Stories

  • One Holds the Love…

    She’s sitting now; magazine on lilac knee length skirted lap, coffee by her side. Resting for…

  •  Static:

    Static, soft as rain thru’ canvas pours from conversations. “We don’t conversate no mo’!”  She yells…

  • Fever

    Sunny afternoons and childhood games, Robert and I swimming in the pool over the next hill.…

  • Fishponds

    I’ve yet to discover a medical term for this compulsion but compulsion I believe it is:…

  • Rhourigh and the Jameson

    Rhourigh settles beside the fire, the wind sloughing off the marshes eases damp into his young…

  • BUCKLOW: A town like many others.

    This is not a good place, like those towns that promise you smiles, or enjoyment, Bucklow…

  • A lack of summer

    That year and the one before but we just carried on digging daddy and me. We…

  • A fine pair

    I’d been living with a hider and slider. She cheated, and believed that was ok as…

  • A MAP OF AFRICA

    Again asleep, adrift on an ocean of mud, sliding deeper into the maw of death. When,…

  • a difficult mistress

    Alex was a maverick, one of those men thrown up on the shores of naval towns:…