November issue of THE CHESTNUT

Today my father would have passed the 80 year old line had he lived. It’s hard to fathom him so old because in my mind he will stay 45 forever. It may seem a bit ironic that he will forever be stuck in the age I am at this moment in time in my mind but then…

Thoughts of The City

A young man on a bicycle swooshes by blasting HIGHWAY TO HELL for all to hear. I cannot imagine a better welcome. A business man in grey suit with his collar unbuttoned kicks a ball to a boy and a girl. A boat flies by on the river with several police officers onboard, they’re all wearing thick…

Today I almost got Killed by a Cone

This morning when it was time to get up it was still pretty dark outside, as opposed to yesterday when it was comfortably bright when I tumbled out of bed at seven-thirty. This morning it was properly autumn and I looked out the window and realised that it’s not really the early morning darkness upon us just…

INDEPENDANCE (A Poem)

I’ve forgotten who I was, And at this point in time I’m not sure it matters if I once jumped out of a car on a red light because the guy behind me had been tailgating me. Or that I used to laugh in inappropriate places, And that I always jumped out of bed as…

Henry Miller’s Typewriter (A Poem)

I drink a glass of red wine, maybe with eggs, or should I settle for the protein bar whose ingredients I know nothing about? It sustains me, like oil sustains an engine, despite the smell. I turn on the lights, the dog looks at me and whines she thinks it’s bedtime grumpily she scuffles up…

The September issue of THE CHESTNUT is out NOW

“If we are always arriving and departing, it is also true that we are eternally anchored. One’s destination is never a place but rather a new way of looking at things.” ― Henry Miller, Big Sur and the Oranges of Hieronymus Bosch I went on a journey this summer, a journey that made the concept of…

About Books – a list

I finished a book last night that captured me from the moment I saw it in the bookstore and it made me think that I haven’t been sharing enough what good books I’ve been finishing. I rarely finish books I don’t like so I only talk about books I do like – talking about books you…

Seeing SPOKEN WORD, the show

My life has been strange lately and so a while ago I decided to do something strange and see Bruce Dickinson talk, not sing. Talk. And yesterday was the day. I bought the ticket in June when I had just seen IRON MAIDEN for the second time in three days. The show is called SPOKEN…

The Death of an Author

A good writer has died. She was probably not someone you’ve heard of. At least if you aren’t a middle-aged woman raced in one of the Nordic countries. Have I really become that person? It seems like yesterday that I was fifteen and reading her stories. Margit Sandemo was a Norwegian author, she became 94…

4. Homecoming

In the wee hours of this morning it occurs to me that after coming home from being in the Big Sur that what keeps me awake isn’t the jet lag but the sheer sense of wanting to fully grasp what it was in that place that so captured the soul. Henry Miller speaks of finding…

WORLDCON76 – San Jose

It’s not easy to write about things like the WORLDCON. You meet a lot of people, muck around book rooms, bars, parties and panels. This being my second Worldcon I even see people I saw last year and stop to have a short conversation before moving on. This time it’s been a bit easier though…