Ode to Nescafé Gold (Poetry)

I hate you, but I need you / My other lovers treated me right / Serviced my senses / Woke me with whispers and sighs / Caressed my taste buds / And you don't even try

Apex Predator (Poetry)

Heels clack in sharp three-four / Lips pursed as she walks to the door / Knuckles rap on wood and wait / Clipboard poised, will they take the bait?

I Hate Tuesdays (Short Story)

When you have an established routine, you tend to know when to expect mediocrity. And seven o’clock on a Tuesday morning never failed to meet my abysmally low expectations.

Modern Addiction (Poetry)

A grate in the skull / Pressure in my nose / Hands fiddle with pant legs / I need my phone.

Growing Up (Poetry)

She's started caring about boys / Let her hair down / And rolled up her skirt / To show a flirt of thigh...

Teaching in Japan – Hana Ippai

It's March and the last weeks of school have arrived. Final exams ended on Wednesday and, finally, the students can rest easy.

Faded Regret (Poetry)

I thought of you this morning / Perhaps I am foolish in these early hours / But I wondered where we might be / Had I not run away from you

Stale Smoke (Poetry)

Burning tabacco for the smell not the feeling / Reminds me of campfires and friends / an uncle, a coworker / Comfort and constance / constant no more

Search and Destroy (Short Fiction)

I should just gas the place. That would guarantee the death of the target and any unwanted associates that may be lurking. But this is the kitchen and my insecticide is not food safe. It would have to be a direct hit: a single burst or bust.

Your Smile (Poetry)

It's been a while / but it's a turn in your heel / a loose swing of your arms when someone / says something that warms you...