Accidents and Incidents, Truths and Observations

Another imagined urban faerie... Behind the cold, grey concrete stairs in the corner of the lowest of ground floors in this ...

When I’ve got cheese and pickle – they know! When I’ve got halfway through my pasty – they know! Salt and vinegar or cheese a...

Mum makes a pinhole in the paper, holds it in the sun – a tiny dot of light appears below at the centre of the shadow. A pinhole...

Do not send me poems written in mist! Remove the words I cannot understand                                              just leave the...

Many-headed beasts attacking angels on horseback.  Flaming sunsets over erupting volcanoes. Golds, browns, blacks.  In the first room the ...

Mr Burton always maintained a rigid professional detachment from the subjects upon which he was operating, but there was something about F...

This was inspired by the incident in the first stanza and, like many great stories before it, first appeared in serialised form... on twit...