An Evening Walk

20th of January 2019 (WordPress always fucks up my post so for better viewing click here!) It’s 2019 and though my world looks nothing like that of Blade Runner I still feel like I’ve stepped into the future, which I guess I did one minute at a time. I was recently in a local mall…

The Best Things About 2018

Click here to view entry with links! Friends of mine have been reminding me of the magic in the world this year. Through the year they have taken time to remind me that the world is almost as exciting as it was while we still had white areas on our maps and didn’t know if…

Free books and Recommendations

I don’t have the time at the moment to replicate the post I made on my other site so I’m going to link to it. But I wanted to tell you that my books ALL THE DARK PLACES and THINGS THE DEVIL WOULDN’T DREAM OF and other stories are free NOW on Amazon. You can…

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…