Leonora is Late – For Halloween

That time of year again… 31 October in sight. Here is a Halloween story that was read as part of Lipzinc Theatre’s ‘Howl’ Halloween lockdown production in 2020. A link to the reading is given under ‘News and Publications’ in the side-bar.

Not to be taken too seriously, this story has a wannabe witch and an assortment of characters borrowed from myth and fiction. You’ll find a vampire, Vikings and some nuns enjoying the afterlife party. Nothing and no one is quite what they seem to poor Leonora, the wannabe enchantress, who is herself enchanted. And a cat features in the ‘No-Zone’. This cat has appeared in various stories of mine, and has come to no harm.

The Red Dress

Being forced to clear out old clothes from my attic I am reminded of this little poem that has been stored in my poem cellar. The Undoing  The girl wears a red dress that has the texture of coiled wire It has a colour between crushed strawberry and papaya Her eyes say beware She shows […]


I am in the process of compiling a collection of stories that I have written over the past 20 years or so. One of them is The Capsule, which you can take as a disturbing sci fi misadventure or perhaps an allegory on man’s demise. It appeared in a ‘humour’ themed edition of Dream Catcher […]

The New Normal

No one will have found 2020 to be an easy year. Everyone will have stories, some desperately tragic. We seek to express ourselves within our narrowed world. There have been times when I have had to resist the urge to let out my feelings in a blog post, but stopped myself. I shall not add […]

Distractions in virtual worlds

Here is a daft little science-inspired  short story I wrote a while back. The ‘freezing’ aspect of it is, amongst other things, likely to be prohibitively expensive. I’ll say no more.  I indend it as a playful offering. It contains puns.     The Perfect Stillness   When she began to call herself an ‘alternative […]

Save Me

Here is a poem that I wrote in response to the Magma subscribers’  ‘Authentification’ competiton in 2018. (See ‘News and Publications’ from the sidebar.) The theme was to do with computers and identification. It was a fun theme, but got up close and personal in ways that I didn’t expect. Perhaps some AI, somewhere, is […]

The man who had a seed in his ear

I wrote this poem about 20 years ago. It seems, now, to reflect things that have happened in Britain – how we have been snared in a tangle of information – some of it clearly spreading propaganda, division and hate. Some of it is more subtle and nuanced. The virtual evolves into a near-tangible creature […]