The Last Hurrah of a Hungry Poet

Three times we met in the space of a single month. I don’t care what anyone else thinks. That’s not a coincidence. Things don’t happen that commonly, I thought, without a reason, a purpose. Yet, even as I thought this, I began to doubt it. A man can be in two minds, as the saying…Read more The Last Hurrah of a Hungry Poet

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Silver Mint

It was around noon of a sultry, overcast day. Martin Mint wasn’t sure what he’d do with the rest of it. Pausing, he wondered what he did with it so far. He got up too early, he knew, but even with one thin sheet and his bedroom windows open, sleep was impossible. It wasn’t always…Read more Silver Mint

MEANINGLESS

Image: CartoonStock It was a startling discovery that rocked his fundamental beliefs. For ten years he attended this cafe where the coffee's supreme, particularly with a sticky bun, his secret vice. He came for the poetry, of course, but when he realised they spoke a language he didn't understand, it was meaningless.  

Howdunnit?

Cut and dried, they said, a slam dunk: two bodies, two weapons; a knife and a gun, two victims. Who brings a knife to a gunfight? you want to ask. Fingerprints on the knife and gun create complications, though. The knife wielder has no gunshot wounds, the shooter was shot.

Trumpet’s Triumph, Part I, a Dickensian tale

Part 1 of The Rise & Fall of Donald Trumpet Esq. Picture credit: nymag.com After posting a story yesterday,,  reblogged from The Literary Hub, about the origins of some of those names so beloved of Victorian English writer, Charles Dickens, it occurred to me that Donald Trump would've made an ideal Dickensian moniker. So I…Read more Trumpet’s Triumph, Part I, a Dickensian tale

The Ending -Daily Post prompt

 COMMENTS, not just welcome, INVITED. https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/carry/ Failure is a hard and unforgiving mistress. But failure was what he did best. It was the only thing he was good at, you might say. Failure was his cross to carry. No-one would have thanked you for saying it but the truth was a close relative of failure…Read more The Ending -Daily Post prompt

Words of Mouth

Postcard from a Pigeon

It’s two years since I published TITO’S DEAD, my first novel. I didn’t know what to expect and yes, if I had it all to do again, I’d do it different. The good thing I can draw from its relatively dismal sales is, it’s still out there to be discovered.

Blogger Napoleon Nalcot https://ashegrowsup.wordpress.com/) reminded me of this when he sent me this wonderful comment, having read this post, Words of Mouth, which I wrote about two years ago. Anyway, Napoleon’s simple message told me everything about why I write. This is what he wrote, I guess Tito’s not dead. Because he lives in every word of the story you’re telling. I’m very grateful, Napoleon, for those words. I write because I want people to read.

So, here it is, unexpurgated. If you enjoy my writing, believe me, you’ll enjoy Tito’s Dead, where you can buy it for a…

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