Let’s start again. I set up this site at 10.44 am on the 16^th June 2020. Yes, I’m an astrologer and once I’ve worked out how to do it, I’ll put the chart up.

But this blog is primarily for my poetry, flash fiction and short stories. As I become familiar, I’ll post more often and start to follow some of you, too.

I’m a member of Writing Matters, a Weymouth group, where I have been encouraged and experimented with fiction as opposed to non-fiction, which is the kind of writing I’ve done previously.

I’ve entered a few competitions for the first time during lock down and one piece of flash fiction was accepted by The National Flash Fiction Competition.

I’ve been wanting to start a blog for ages, so am delighted to have finally done so.

Latest from the Blog

• It Shouldn’t Have Happened
  I was meant to get off the bus at the junction but missed my stop, just sitting there daydreaming, and so I got off at the next stop and there he was, this funny little man with piercing blue eyes. He smiled and his whole face lit up. I smiled back. I couldn’t help myself.Continue reading “It Shouldn’t Have Happened”
• Corn Circles
  They kept their lights off as they guided their capsule down to earth and landed in the field of corn. They clambered out and set to work immediately. Getting the circles exactly right wasn’t easy, and they needed to work quickly and leave. The last thing they wanted was to be disturbed. They’d been sentContinue reading “Corn Circles”
• Emily Had Trouble Finding the Right Door
  Emily couldn’t remember the number but knew the door was painted red. The only trouble was, there were at least 5 doors painted red in the street now. What kind of curtains did he have, she asked herself? Her memory failed her, and she really didn’t fancy knocking on all the doors, enquiring if MrContinue reading “Emily Had Trouble Finding the Right Door”
• For Medicinal Purposes
  Although the brandy was allegedly for medicinal purposes only, when Julie came off her bike and Doug went to get some, he found the bottle empty. Still sitting there on the shelf, to all intents and purposes looking like it hadn’t been interfered with. Julie said, ‘I’m not keen on the brandy anyway, I’d preferContinue reading “For Medicinal Purposes”
• How We Met 
  We met in his bedroom. Yes, I know that’s a bit weird, but it was 1964 and I was eighteen. I was good friends with Chris, who was going out with Richard, who Rob was in a flat share with. A room share in a flat in fact. It was in Hedgegate Court in NottingContinue reading “How We Met “