No prizes for guessing why this is Thursday cover of the week. I watched this go out live on my aunt’s TV, wondering how on earth someone like Freddie could have died. There were a number of remarkable performances that day but this one from George Michael was my favourite. […]
Spark by Neil Beynon The long frost-cloaked dark. The ghost of cherry blossom; Horizon sparks glow.
Kurt Hugo Schneider likes to take songs, shift them into a minor key and see what happens. I am quite fond of this take on a normally too-sweet Christmas classic and am grateful G sent it to me. Enjoy.
Anniversaries are funny things when you think about them – arbitrary chunks of time that we have decided are significant and so trigger reflection. It’s one year on since I left London and I’m still not sure how I feel about it. Our last few years in London were not […]
Both G and I will be attending and participating in Bristolcon this year. Please do say hello. I will be appearing on this panel: Writing through the storm at 3pm in Programme Room 2, the description from the programme: Writing fiction can provide emotional catharsis and writers often draw on […]
Last weekend, I attended Fantasycon in Scarborough. It was my second convention without G, as we didn’t think the lengthy drive would be good for Button, and it felt as strange as it did at Eastercon earlier in the year. It’s something I think we’ll need to consider going forward. […]
I will be attending FantasyCon By The Sea, in Scarborough, from Friday, 23rd September until Sunday, 25th September. I’ll be reading on Sunday 25th, at 10am (along with Bill Webb) in the cocktail bar of the Grand Hotel – I haven’t decided what to read yet but it’s likely to […]
Never-day Echo By Neil Beynon Words hide in the witching hour. Rainbows sleep, Stars gone far away. Footsteps echo on empty streets To locked gates of a never-day. Trains roar against the dawn As the jukebox plays 3AM. The glass is full of yellow-brick road. The bone moon hides its […]
Spiders: A Tale of Draco the Dragon By Neil Beynon For Ziggy on his third birthday. There are more worlds out there than there are grains of sand in this one. From dead rocks spinning in the dark with the fumbling fingers of flame from their distant stars trying to […]