Guitar
“Lunch’s ready. Put the guitar down.”“Just need to finish this bit. This one’s for you — wait until you hear it.”She sighed. As his tour loomed closer, he had barely looked at…
Work
Congrats. You've made it. You look like a Professional Writer. Is this not what you always wanted? Are you still not happy?…
Decisions
Thoughts about the unexpected turns short stories take on the page, PKM for writers, and the difference between being vulnerable and oversharing in fiction writing.…
Shadow – Flash Fiction
Since you insist on following me, I'm going to have to take your picture. | Flash Fiction | Photography …
Not A Poem
I still don’t know why he turned away from the home I made for him to light himself on fire in the middle of the street. I don’t know why he told…
3AM Friend
The clinking of mugs in the kitchen pulled her back from a restless sleep and into the dark middle of the night. Only the quiet rumble of the aircon filled the silence…
I am
I am the dream I had the other night. I dreamed of an airplane that crashed on landing, setting buildings around the crash on fire. I dreamed of an ocean that swallowed…