28 September 2015

20 September 2015

Dripping wet but back to the (false?) safety of the shore, high up on the sand dunes looking back out to sea, I wished I had some fresh water to rinse my salt and sun crusted face and to clear my blood shot eyes. But mostly I was glad to be back on dry land. Something was coming from the West. Tsunamis, radiation, global warming, melting ice, rising sea levels, earthquakes, fracking induced disruptions, butterfly effects? The ocean’s inhabitants seemingly had had enough and they were letting us know, loud and clear. The sea was teeming with never seen before levels of activity. Dive bombing birds, charging sea lions, launching fish and then the whales. Up and down the coast, dozens of them. Erupting spouts, spraying the hazy air and then dissipating like formless ghosts, gargantuan mammalian bodies, breaching the water to silhouette against ominous skies. Cracking their goliath tails on the once glassy ocean surface, thunderous booms, echoing across vast distances, delayed by the speed of light, awakening what?

The sun, an ungodly orange waning before its time.

And then I had a beer and everything was fine.

14 September 2015

Dylan, son of a wave, was the first human being to willingly follow the sea folk into the water immediately after his baptism. Many ages later in the summer of 1943 Gran's twin sister Hannah followed him after a stray German bomb that was aimed at Swansea docks blew her off the cliffs above ‪Langland Bay. In 1984 Gran's telepathic twin grandchildren, Owen and Bronwen, discover that Hannah is still tempting children below the surface to their early deaths with the promise of eternal underwater life away from the confusion of adolesence and the surface.

08 September 2015

Foulweather #4

OK, I Shat out a zine for the hell of it. Its forty pages with a few short stories and some art work by Gareth Lewis, Ammon Bonham and Mike Lorenzini. Its a pretty low key issue, done the old-fashioned way of cutting and pasting and photocopier wrestling. Its also free. I wouldn't want anybody to spend their hard earned money on this nonsense. If you want a copy, I'm open to trade or you can Pay my Pal a few buck$ for postage. First one is on its way to Australia as we speak...

06 September 2015

Bad Literature For Bad People

Foulweather #4, ready for a copier-wrestling session.

24 August 2015

19 August 2015


we walked as far west as we could
found our spot
sat down and waited for the world to shake

money had chased us out here
clogged the reservoirs
smothered the air
littered the highways
nipping and clawing at our heals

but the land would have the last say
and we knew this
so we chose a patch of turf
that we pretended was anchored to a stable crust

momentarily, we watched the wild surf to the north

to the south
the water was calm and glassy
we were sheltered from the icey east winds
that blew us here
we only had to descend a little way to find sanctuary

i'd rather starve here
of feeding myself in the wild

i’ll die learning.

04 August 2015