Halloween Gothic
The Winner
The email arrived on a Wednesday at eleven minutes past three in the morning, the hour when Norman Ashe did most of his living.
It came from a name and nothing behind...
The Dog and the Android
The dog had learned the shape of absence before he learned the shape of the ruined streets that now surrounded him. His human — a woman whose smell of woodsmoke and warm brea...
Welcoming the Autumn
In the middle of October the wood at the end of the lane stops pretending. All summer it has held a single colour, a green so steady the eye slides across it as it slides across...
Three Haiku
Temple bell unrung;
the moon speaks in golden veins
to the sleeping gods.
Between trunk and spire,
a door the moon left open;
spirits drifting through.
Where...
Argos and Ulysses
“There lay the hound Argos, full of vermin; yet even now, when he marked Odysseus standing near, he wagged his tail and dropped both his ears, but nearer to his master he had no...
No Place like Home
The sea had been hard on him that day, the swell rising grey and indifferent under a sky that gave nothing away. But as the boat turned for home now the choppy water settled by de...