Musings / Poems

No space to write.

eyes are flicky fingers itchy scratchy brain where my words think from jaw is catchy make mine sticky must i eat now space not to write for my kids sleep drags too slowly where can i hide words must come out suck like quicksand watch them tumble onto the screen in order some- how unjumbled … Continue reading


A tale of six ditties.

[Here I use ditty in the middle ages sense — ie. meaning “story” — in addition to the usual contemporary reference, to a song or a poem.] Last Friday, one of my much-beloved short stories was published on Fixional. I tell you this not to extol the many virtues of subscribing to said journal — … Continue reading