Unknown worlds The blood moon shines on the old world. […]

The old house I am almost there at the old […]

A Quadrant short story: 'Almost thirty years have passed since I saw Grant. The only glimpses I’ve had of him have been from clicking through photos his wife posted on social media. He’s always been aloof and free-thinking. Another reason why I loved him once, and why I need to see him'

Compulsion A bird is trapped in a cage. It sings […]

Aubade For one moment, death puts down its drum, and […]

Sestina for Hart Crane In the bay, the white bird […]

In memoriam P.G. Your heaven is not in the sky. […]

The magic of life The wind shall know your name […]

Happiness Spring is here on yellow wings, wrapped in blue […]