Diversions

You know the stories – or you think you do. Coal has nearly gone, bittersweet, for it needs to go, God knows, but God knows too that men...

The lovely people at Sky Island Journal have included a piece of nonsense by me and an imagined poet resembling R S Thomas in their...

On account of a herring gull, I took train and ferry from Bath to County Wexford for an autumn night to read a short story at the...

'Now what’s all this about some echo, dear chap?’ said Sir Arthur, pouring me a glass of something cold, bone dry and grassy. On the...