The rain splashes down, invisible in a dark night. It explodes in thick watery bursts on the pavement, where its … More
Category: Prose
I Am Sprung
Spring is sprung and my senses are sent to the last time I stood in St. James’ Park. I look … More
Reflections
Café, closed, close to Christmas. Now a de facto waiting room, snug with late night shifts and Christmas shoppers seeking … More
Underfoot
If you have cause to go north one day, head in the direction of Milton Keynes. As you come up … More