Stories

  • ‘Good ole Sal’

    I’m going to call her Sal, though she was never a Sal. Never an abbreviation, too…

  •  Static:

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

  • It wasn’t always like this, back then I had an edge to my stupidity, maybe it…

  • The girl who would from the land of should.

    ‘Ted’ has grown larger now, the two pregnancies so far apart, the toll of relationships in…

  • Holding a torch

    “I hold a torch, it’s not one that I consciously picked up, carry or even want…

  • Curse of the worker Bee

    I thought I would Love once. One big love that would see me through until deaths…

  • Evil Tow Headed Step Twin

    Mitch and I go way way back, he had some motor scooter that typically didn’t belong…

  • There’s a Girl in Lymm

    A sweet spring morning, the start of the majorette marching season. (though I didn’t know this…

  • The Great Pyjama Party Pooper of 2014

    Callum Inges reflects critically on Phil Speys’ attempts to reinvent himself and find ‘inner grace’. He…

  • A Rant on being ‘Cool’

    I’m sick of ‘cool.’ Maybe it’s an age thing. Perhaps I’m passed it, passé, whatever: Cool…