A flash fiction for Christmas. Hot toddy for the season. We found him behind the bins at the bottom of the big school playing field when...

Southern Lights, 2024. Captured in Tasmania (by me!) “It is condensed, even curt; its rhythms are fleeting, its languor quick, its...

london. 2016. “Is the time coming when I can endure to read my own writing in print without blushing — shivering and wishing to take...

"The critical opinions of a writer should always be taken with a large grain of salt. For the most part, they are manifestations of his...

'I'm not telling you to make the world better, because I don't think that progress is necessarily part of the package. I'm just telling...

Close up of 'Late Night Bread' by Libby Haines. "This is how you do it: you sit down at the keyboard, and you put one word after another...