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Today, I am excited to announce the contributors to my forthcoming anthology, The Anthropocene Hymnal, which will be published on 24 July 2021. You may well be familiar with some of these writers, but if there is anyone who is new to you on this list, I encourage you to visit their websites/social media accounts:... Continue Reading →
I am excited to announce that the anthology The Anthropocene Hymnal will be published on 24 July 2021, and the Kindle e-book is now available for pre-order from Amazon. It has been quite a journey and a steep learning curve for me to get to this point, but I am happy to say that I... Continue Reading →
With your lion's-mane fringeof boldest yellow, youlook down on meor look up to the sky. When I was a childI used to measure my height by youtall in the summer sun always taller than Iyet I knew, if I plucked a handfulof your zebra-stripped seedsand planted them I'd grow a plant which I could tower... Continue Reading →
All those close to the President would be lined up outside the Palace and told to run, but they wouldn’t get far. I was in the airport. They were coming for us there too, but there were no guns, only razor blades. I escaped down the service lift and hid in the luggage conveyor. I’d... Continue Reading →
I am an old man. I had a busy life once. A wife, a family, a career, but these days, retired, I live alone. I am swiftly advancing in years: too swiftly. I have some friends. I value those friends, and I hope they value me. We meet on a regular basis, in pubs, and... Continue Reading →
The whole sky aches with anticipation; birds burst into song.The sky is clear and I can hearthe coming of the dawn. The salt sea sleeps in its silent splendour at peace with the sceneluminescence streaks the skyand I am born again. Oh, for a baptism half as bright! Bathed in celestial lightafter winter thought to pull me under:bless... Continue Reading →
Surely this is the best time of year to be where I am, right here. I've never spent early summer on the Slovenian coast before. To go from Andalusia to Northern Slovenia last year was too much of a wrench, I felt that I'd been almost instantaneously robbed of summer. In southern Spain, this time... Continue Reading →
I dreamt the Theatre was deadand I revived it single-handedly.So how did I revive the Theatre?What did that mean, exactly? I sprinkled the air with fairy dustnothing more than usual, justmotes which dance in shafts of light - thought that would do just right. Then there was the varnish smellfrom the wooden boards long-troddenlonger abandoned,... Continue Reading →
For today's meditation, I have selected two passages from William Wordsworth's 'Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey' (1798) which to me describe perfectly the experience of meditation. It seems that Wordsworth had a mind naturally given to meditation. I recommend reading the whole poem, but these two passages will serve as today's guide:... Continue Reading →
How can they not know you?You whose voice moves meyou sing songs of truthto a world looking the other way. You whose voice moves meand moves all others who can hearhow can they not hear you? You sing songs of truthsome people do not want to hear the truthcomforted by denial. To a world looking... Continue Reading →
Experiments in Fiction 