Rust in vrede
Rust in vrede

Cleaning up Glitter (October 2019)

“My life has largely sidestepped the spectre of death; I haven’t had to deal with loss. No friends, no pets, no family members under the age of 60. This seems to me like an unnecessarily cruel way to introduce how it feels to lose somebody you once shared a bond with.”

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The Solitude of Oman
The Solitude of Oman

Allegory Ridge (September 2019).

“This wilderness is the key that unlocks the chest in which we hide our primal emotions. Thoughts slow; ancient organic memories reveal themselves to us. We plunge into Ballard’s archaeopsychic past.”

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The Definition of Patience
The Definition of Patience

Lemon Theory (June 2019).

“Hadir lives in the knowledge that he could be told to present himself to the police within 48 hours, so that he may be transferred to Tegel Airport and onto a flight to Kabul. It’s a city he’s visited only once in his life, in a country he hasn’t been to for many years and which is still rocked by bombings and shootings and death on a daily basis.”

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On Leave
On Leave

Wordrunner eChapbooks (Spring 2019 anthology)

“Every activity, conversation, decision and remark would be used as ammunition in the battle between him and my mother, my brother and me. Before long, it was all against all. We were tectonic plates: part of the same world yet doing our best to destroy it whenever we rubbed up against one another.“

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Diamonds on Jupiter
Diamonds on Jupiter

Nabu Review (Issue 3, 2018)

“Hud knew she was about to say it. And he felt the terrible pressure in his chest as he waited for it to play out like he’d imagined so many times before, at night, in the dark minutes before he succumbed to sleep and after he woke up screaming.”

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Sharks
Sharks

Leaf~Land Journal (2018)

“Scooters flitted between buildings like sonic butterflies. This was her favourite part of the day, the only time she truly cared for when she was in the city, so far away from her family. She was not yet visible. Nobody called out to her, took photos of her, looked at her clothes with disdain. The city smelled of moisture and concrete and restaurant kitchens, and for now the air was free of the petrol fumes that stuck in her throat. “

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Your Man
Your Man

Silver Needle Press (contest winner, 2018)

“If nobody spoke to him today, he would put on a shirt and go to Jorda, the restaurant in the village. Rabbit or fish. That was what the chalk said on its menu. Not much meat on the rabbit bones, but the fish was more expensive. So maybe he would eat at home first and go to Jorda for a glass of wine only. The waiter would talk to him.”

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Stacking the Bales
Stacking the Bales

Lou Lit Review (Issue 1, 2018)

“The bales were our bricks. The farmer didn’t mind because it saved him the job of having to go around the field collecting them later on. All he had to do was drive his truck up to where we’d been and they’d be waiting for him. He used to pay a couple of the older boys in the village to throw the bales onto the bed. We knew one day we’d take over from them. That was how it worked.”

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White Dust
White Dust

The Write Launch (October Issue, 2017)

“By the time I reached the top, my calves were burning, my t-shirt was soaked in sweat and I was covered in thick white dust. I brushed my legs and my sweater, but it wouldn’t come off. It was in the cracks of my hands and under my fingernails.”

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Bycatch
Bycatch

Secrets & Lies (2017)

“The men jumped back and pressed themselves against the sides of the seiner. The shape twisted in the net and tried to pull the fibres apart with knotty bluish fingers. It flipped itself over onto its back. Blood poured from underneath one of its arms and mixed with the water on the deck. Then it lay still. “

ISBN: 9781786979544
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Call of the Mild
Call of the Mild

Obra / Artifact (Mythos Issue, 2017)

“The man is called Jerome. Strictly speaking, his name should be spelled with an acute accent and a circumflex, but he dropped them long ago in an attempt to become a streamlined, unencumbered version of himself. That was back when he’d had ideas about how he’d find his Purpose in Life and Live the Dream. Ah, ambition. Such is youth.”

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The Other Words
The Other Words

*82 review (Issue 5.2, 2017)

“In my head I always had some words that meant one thing. But now I am learning other words that also mean the same thing. The sounds are very different. My tongue moves like I’m rolling ice cream around my mouth.”

ISBN: 978-1546607298
$11.95

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Coffee and Pie
Coffee and Pie

DASH Literary Journal (Volume 10, 2017)

“You nod in gratitude at the cosmic coincidence that caused you to be born into a life that allows you to have coffee and apple pie with a hint of cinnamon for breakfast on an oddly warm January day instead of, for example, rising at 3 am to work in a hazelnut-picking field or waking in the dead of night to screams and gunshots or resting your forehead against a set of chipped metal bars.”

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New Hear Style
New Hear Style

Maudlin House (2017)

“He sees this advert right here. For a stylish hearing aid remote control. It rubs salt in the wound. It cannot and never will be stylish. Remember when Morrissey wore a hearing aid? Even he couldn’t make it look good.”

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Catch a Deluge in a Paper Cup
Catch a Deluge in a Paper Cup

Citron Review (Winter Issue 2016)

“The number has barely started, but already people are rearranging their hands in their laps and swallowing more than they otherwise would because they know what’s coming, and the old boys in their suits are staring into the middle distance with jaw lines tight and gazes hard.”

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Generation Lost
Generation Lost

Five2One Magazine (Issue 14, 2016)

“brown paper bags, mountains of them. overflowing with artificial fibres. they rattle and hum against each other. twine handles cut into grabby hands and leave red welts but the mums and daughters consider the discomfort worth it.”

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ISBN: 978-1540510440
$7.00

The Caged Man
The Caged Man

The Bookends Review (2016)

“The only thing he had to look forward to was food, which was served on a tray with plastic cutlery by God three times a day, albeit not at regular intervals. The Caged Man wondered if God prepared His own meals at the same time, but he’d never asked. The notion that the Caged Man would be in his cage, chewing carefully, while God was up there eating His own dinner fascinated him.”

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Finding Joyce in Dublin
Finding Joyce in Dublin

The Daily Telegraph (23 March 2012)

“English, American, Australian, German and Irish accents give the text their own unique character, and for half an hour that tiny pharmacy becomes turn-of-the-century Dublin. Our hunger is forgotten as we feast on one of the city’s literary greats.”

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Rust in vrede
The Solitude of Oman
The Definition of Patience
On Leave
Diamonds on Jupiter
Sharks
Your Man
Stacking the Bales
White Dust
Bycatch
Call of the Mild
The Other Words
Coffee and Pie
New Hear Style
Catch a Deluge in a Paper Cup
Generation Lost
The Caged Man
Finding Joyce in Dublin
Rust in vrede

Cleaning up Glitter (October 2019)

“My life has largely sidestepped the spectre of death; I haven’t had to deal with loss. No friends, no pets, no family members under the age of 60. This seems to me like an unnecessarily cruel way to introduce how it feels to lose somebody you once shared a bond with.”

CLICK HERE TO READ

The Solitude of Oman

Allegory Ridge (September 2019).

“This wilderness is the key that unlocks the chest in which we hide our primal emotions. Thoughts slow; ancient organic memories reveal themselves to us. We plunge into Ballard’s archaeopsychic past.”

CLICK HERE TO READ

The Definition of Patience

Lemon Theory (June 2019).

“Hadir lives in the knowledge that he could be told to present himself to the police within 48 hours, so that he may be transferred to Tegel Airport and onto a flight to Kabul. It’s a city he’s visited only once in his life, in a country he hasn’t been to for many years and which is still rocked by bombings and shootings and death on a daily basis.”

CLICK HERE TO READ

On Leave

Wordrunner eChapbooks (Spring 2019 anthology)

“Every activity, conversation, decision and remark would be used as ammunition in the battle between him and my mother, my brother and me. Before long, it was all against all. We were tectonic plates: part of the same world yet doing our best to destroy it whenever we rubbed up against one another.“

CLICK HERE TO READ

Diamonds on Jupiter

Nabu Review (Issue 3, 2018)

“Hud knew she was about to say it. And he felt the terrible pressure in his chest as he waited for it to play out like he’d imagined so many times before, at night, in the dark minutes before he succumbed to sleep and after he woke up screaming.”

CLICK HERE TO READ

Sharks

Leaf~Land Journal (2018)

“Scooters flitted between buildings like sonic butterflies. This was her favourite part of the day, the only time she truly cared for when she was in the city, so far away from her family. She was not yet visible. Nobody called out to her, took photos of her, looked at her clothes with disdain. The city smelled of moisture and concrete and restaurant kitchens, and for now the air was free of the petrol fumes that stuck in her throat. “

CLICK HERE TO READ

Your Man

Silver Needle Press (contest winner, 2018)

“If nobody spoke to him today, he would put on a shirt and go to Jorda, the restaurant in the village. Rabbit or fish. That was what the chalk said on its menu. Not much meat on the rabbit bones, but the fish was more expensive. So maybe he would eat at home first and go to Jorda for a glass of wine only. The waiter would talk to him.”

CLICK HERE TO READ

Stacking the Bales

Lou Lit Review (Issue 1, 2018)

“The bales were our bricks. The farmer didn’t mind because it saved him the job of having to go around the field collecting them later on. All he had to do was drive his truck up to where we’d been and they’d be waiting for him. He used to pay a couple of the older boys in the village to throw the bales onto the bed. We knew one day we’d take over from them. That was how it worked.”

OUT OF PRINT

White Dust

The Write Launch (October Issue, 2017)

“By the time I reached the top, my calves were burning, my t-shirt was soaked in sweat and I was covered in thick white dust. I brushed my legs and my sweater, but it wouldn’t come off. It was in the cracks of my hands and under my fingernails.”

CLICK HERE TO READ

Bycatch

Secrets & Lies (2017)

“The men jumped back and pressed themselves against the sides of the seiner. The shape twisted in the net and tried to pull the fibres apart with knotty bluish fingers. It flipped itself over onto its back. Blood poured from underneath one of its arms and mixed with the water on the deck. Then it lay still. “

ISBN: 9781786979544
€8.99

CLICK HERE TO BUY

CLICK HERE TO READ

Call of the Mild

Obra / Artifact (Mythos Issue, 2017)

“The man is called Jerome. Strictly speaking, his name should be spelled with an acute accent and a circumflex, but he dropped them long ago in an attempt to become a streamlined, unencumbered version of himself. That was back when he’d had ideas about how he’d find his Purpose in Life and Live the Dream. Ah, ambition. Such is youth.”

CLICK HERE TO READ

The Other Words

*82 review (Issue 5.2, 2017)

“In my head I always had some words that meant one thing. But now I am learning other words that also mean the same thing. The sounds are very different. My tongue moves like I’m rolling ice cream around my mouth.”

ISBN: 978-1546607298
$11.95

CLICK HERE TO BUY

CLICK HERE TO READ

Coffee and Pie

DASH Literary Journal (Volume 10, 2017)

“You nod in gratitude at the cosmic coincidence that caused you to be born into a life that allows you to have coffee and apple pie with a hint of cinnamon for breakfast on an oddly warm January day instead of, for example, rising at 3 am to work in a hazelnut-picking field or waking in the dead of night to screams and gunshots or resting your forehead against a set of chipped metal bars.”

OUT OF PRINT

New Hear Style

Maudlin House (2017)

“He sees this advert right here. For a stylish hearing aid remote control. It rubs salt in the wound. It cannot and never will be stylish. Remember when Morrissey wore a hearing aid? Even he couldn’t make it look good.”

CLICK HERE TO READ

Catch a Deluge in a Paper Cup

Citron Review (Winter Issue 2016)

“The number has barely started, but already people are rearranging their hands in their laps and swallowing more than they otherwise would because they know what’s coming, and the old boys in their suits are staring into the middle distance with jaw lines tight and gazes hard.”

CLICK HERE TO READ

Generation Lost

Five2One Magazine (Issue 14, 2016)

“brown paper bags, mountains of them. overflowing with artificial fibres. they rattle and hum against each other. twine handles cut into grabby hands and leave red welts but the mums and daughters consider the discomfort worth it.”

CLICK HERE TO BUY

ISBN: 978-1540510440
$7.00

The Caged Man

The Bookends Review (2016)

“The only thing he had to look forward to was food, which was served on a tray with plastic cutlery by God three times a day, albeit not at regular intervals. The Caged Man wondered if God prepared His own meals at the same time, but he’d never asked. The notion that the Caged Man would be in his cage, chewing carefully, while God was up there eating His own dinner fascinated him.”

CLICK HERE TO READ

Finding Joyce in Dublin

The Daily Telegraph (23 March 2012)

“English, American, Australian, German and Irish accents give the text their own unique character, and for half an hour that tiny pharmacy becomes turn-of-the-century Dublin. Our hunger is forgotten as we feast on one of the city’s literary greats.”

CLICK HERE TO READ

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