One Last Thought

It’s funny how some things slip your mind so easily, I’d forgotten until now I’d been a child once. But now it is as clear and real as the outcome of the next few spilt seconds. As if I were them I can see myself from my parents perspective leaning over my pram to tickle me, strange though… to see myself from their eyes.

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Lies and Hypocrisy is out

lh-cover-4-webSo I did it finally. Only at selected retailers.

Can’t wait to carry on carving something out of the next manuscript in the pipeline.

New artwork

It’s been a busy month! Three new book covers are the result. You can check them out here, or better still, surf over to your favourite online book store and see what they look like in situ:

bookcover, artwork
Elevated: an anthology of short stories

Buy ‘Elevated’ at Amazon, Smashwords, iTunes

artwork, poetry
Buenos Aires and the Origins of Sausse

Buy ‘Buenos Aires and the Origins of Sausse’ at Amazon, Smashwords, [coming soong to] iTunes

artwork, edm
Buenos Aliens: a novel

Buy ‘Buenos Aliens’ at Amazon, Smashwords, iTunes

A Bullet Slides through his Skull

A bullet slides through his skull, fired from point blank range and tipped with teflon. The proverb is broken like ill spoken words from behind a trembling barrel. The loss of an execution in a kung-fu movie.

– I don’t believe in the gun, I hold faith in a man who can wield a sword comfortably, regardless of whether he can use it.

He slides through the crowd, he steers and accelerates, brakes and leans. The girl attached to his side moves in symphony, but her serenity belies that he is the power to her sidecar. He turns occasionally to that side, in moments of losing his cool, smiles broadly at her before smugly turning back to the street scene.

A face flashes through the crowd as if it were shape-shifting and morphing. The memory as short as the moment. The old man turns sharply and, as if looking into a mirror and finding he is someone else, finds a person with whom he is acquainted. Antiquated because his body was well crafted, clear in his communication as if you would understand him regardless of the words he used. Emotionally intellectual.

– Every time I see you, you seem to be eating into your spare capacity, the friend beams leaning into a welcome hug, slapping and receiving warmly.

Their left hands resting on each others necks and the rights seemingly still united.