Time and Magic
Magic and Time Time, at some points and places, stretches. Days seem longer, the mind translates the passage of the sun in ways which are not, perhaps, normal. When I was eight, my family moved to Stromness, Orkney. The month…
Tag the town at the end of the world
Farewell Asia, Hello Europe
My, aren’t you dark and cold? Here, in the town at the end of the world*, where the railway and road run out of room and the sea has a beginning, the light is always magically special. This is the…
Forthcoming Stories, On Direction
Where my work is going and what new releases you shall see, with additional rambling about mental health and the world burning. I recently threatened to post a blog here and, worryingly, it looks like that threat came true, if…