Glyphs
This is CAPITAL CITY: a gridlock in monospace. Here the acronyms flourish, superstructures unLtd.
Poetry →
Nocturne
Tannin
Fiction →
Branches
On 7th January I pushed through the hot and busy club, in search of another beer, oblivion.
The Glass Resounding
A Warrant For Sorry Hawk
Non-fiction →
Mobile Home
I arrived at the entrance to the trailer park and checked the address Dad had given me over the phone....
Artistic Empathy
Cooking and Eating the Past: Reflections on Food and Memories
Scriptwriting →
State of Things
A couple sit in silence in their small, dark living room. MIKE, 58, is reading a television listings magazine which rests on his paunch.