Favourite Tracks #1: Song For Zula

Some say love is a burning thing That it makes a fiery ring Oh but I know love as a fading thing Just as fickle as a feather in a stream See, honey, I saw love, You see it came to me It put its face up to my face so I could see Yeah

“An Ending” – My First Short Story

I wrote this in 1997; it was the first piece of prose I’d written since school. It’s reads to me now like self-indulgent guff. But there were parts when I remember thinking: “I’ve begun to find my style.” – Returning, I am remembering your quiet grace and gentle ways. In the intervening years, those years of

North: Chapter 1

1 : North To the North came the first of the cold winds and it chased and corralled the snow before it. From the high places at the top of the world, it lifted itself and moved across the glaciers, above a river, and beneath the stars, with an icy speed and purpose. It travelled

A Poem for National Poetry Day

I’ve always loved poetry, even as a kid when my mum would read some of her favourites to me. “The Listeners” by Walter de la Mare and “Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening” by Robert Frost were highlights for me. A poem, to me, is a lovely way of distilling down and sharing a thought, a scene,

North: Chapter 4

4: Marcus In the time it takes him to slowly blink three times, Marcus has catalogued almost one

North: Chapter 3

3: City (Part 5) Night in City and information moved through its wide streets like a breeze of