Autumn in Hampstead Heath

Today I visited the Heath, Came to ask how it was doing, See if it was lonely. But the Heath in autumn is far from lonely. Though the picnics and ice cream vans of the summer are gone, The many walkers, retrievers, terriers, and setters remain. Couples cling to one another, all the closer-knit to Read More

With thanks to Naoto, Yuji and Hirokazu

In my first few steps The acceleration is like an irresistible tugging Like being pulled forward by a current It feels slow at first Until I realise how far I’ve gone Until I realise I am now running faster than a fighter jet The green streaking in patterns of dark and light beneath my shoes Read More

The Moon

Tonight is a full moon, the Harvest Moon, tolling in the last few months of the year. It is also national poetry day, so here is a poem to celebrate… I am convinced the full moon does not exist Huge and round on the horizon glowing ethereally Its seas defined its shape apparent its pull Read More

Life’s Song

I sat one day, outside my home, Quite laissez faire and all alone, When all-a-sudden, something here Inevitable did appear: A figure of impressive height, Within a cape be-weaved of night, Who wore a cap of stark, thin, hair And locked me in its soulless stare. “I dare”, they wheezed through cracking teeth, “I dare”, Read More

Nature’s Knell

The world was gold chaotic beauty, born beneath our star, Filled with life; a fruitful, free utopia. Once the endless bliss of Eden shone and rode And met itself, an endless reach around the globe. This natural perfection bore us all by its selection, But this world so great and generous has not been treated Read More

Ink Story – Rowena

The third story I wrote to be a campfire tale told around the time of King Arthur, and the only completely original one (the other two were versions of existing stories). Based off a suggestion by Qita Iseley. I hope you have a fun time playing through this little tale. If you wish to check Read More

Ink Story – Wichtlein Nix

The second of three choose-your-own campfire stories that may have been told by adventurers in Arthurian times, created using Inkle’s Inky writing software. This is also the second to be based off an existing piece of writing here on my site: The Wichtlein Nix. A horror story that was very fun, but even more fun Read More

Ink Story – The Way Wailer

In 2017 I wrote The Way-Wailer in the Wall as a fun little fan fiction for Inkle’s videogame adaptation of Steve Jackson’s Sorcery! books. I loved the choose-your-own adventure series Fighting Fantasy, and the digital versions of these titles from that series were particularly incredible. Fast forward three years and Inkle are making an original Read More

Video Games as Escapism I

Part 1: A Personal History of Video Games and Grief I want to talk about video games, I want to talk about loss, and I want to talk about my dad. My father killed himself when I was five years old. I remember very little from the months following his death, and only vaguely recall Read More

Hope

Hope.   There are things that I want, Through impulse, urge, lust or greed. There are things that I wish, For me, you, and those in need. There are things that I crave, Out of hunger, habit, or being alone. There are things that I take, A seat, advantage, for granted the things that I Read More

A History of Our Love

Ten thousand moons ago, beneath the light of stars, In some forgotten kingdom realm of far away, A pauper fled his prison cell of iron bars and met his princess love upon the dawn of day. For in each others’ souls there lived an endless fire Which cruelly did endure a time of years apart, Read More

Joe Chicago in Flight

My dreams of producing a fully-fledged Joe Chicago novella may never come to pass, but I will always return to him; even if just to touch-up the scant few scenes that I have thus far devised. I decided one day last year to polish up the Joe Chicago in the Angels Brothel piece that I wrote for Read More

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