Previously, I’d imagined Writer’s block was an empty loft. Nothing there but pigeon shit and echoes It’s not though. It is stuffed, rammed, jammed and bloody well bunged up. Like a colon after Christmas. Too much feasting on the fabulous Bingeing. Masticating and swallowing. Until All at once Immobile, There’s belly ache and belching. […]
The Hole in Time by Boy One
To avoid sorting out actual cupboards, I’ve been ratching through the blog back issues. I came across this gem from 2010 – a short story by my eldest son. A short story. Once upon a time there was a poor monkey called Manny who had a friend called Sid, who was really stupid. One […]
A poem – In a moment
First things first, nothing horrible has happened and everything is rather fine at the moment. I just wanted to see if I could catch the feelings in that moment when you hear some awful, life-changing news. When the tears won’t flow. This is the worst day of my life. The sharpest. Every second a pin-sharp, […]
A fine bed
A poem inspired by Fionaoutdoors and her adventure in the furniture shop. A fine bed It will last 20 years, they said. This bed. Like a galleon, strong enough to sail through your stormy nights, safely to the dawns. The wood got ready in forests. Sprouting and branching while you were still rolling through the […]
A slacker’s guide to classic novels
OK. You know those lists that have all the books you should have read? The ones, in my case, that I feel quite smug about To Kill A Mockingbird and Brave New World, but pretty inadequate about almost everything else. Those. My powers of bluster and google had in the most part got me through. […]