Eight

Eight

Bridgend, South Wales 23rd, April 2021 Dear Ziggy, Another trip around the sun, another year further away from you. You should be 8 today. I don’t have a picture of you in my mind anymore, I’ve tried, it simply won’t come and anything I picture feels badly drawn, a...
Run, fatboy, run.

Run, fatboy, run.

This year I will be fundraising again for SANDS in memory of my oldest boy, Ziggy, who would have been four years old on the 23rd April, 2017. I have re-opened my Just Giving page to this end and will be running in the Cardiff Bay 10k in a couple of weeks. I plan to...

Defiance

Today I submitted a short story. It probably won’t get accepted, these things generally don’t first time, but that wasn’t really the point. As 2013 draws to a close, it was one of the ways I have of flipping this awful, dreadful, f***ing furnace of a year the bird....

Dusty

As I stare around the detritus in here, I wonder that it’s been allowed to get this bad: Honestly, there’s dust over everything, half moth-eaten flash fiction in the doorway, bad satire clogging up the pipes and the electrics are fluttering like the wiring in my...