“Evil” a Short Story

“Evil” a Short Story

Once upon a time , there were three good friends, who were as close as friends can be, and their names were Oge, Em and Uoy.  They were content and inseparable and they never fought. They spent their days foraging and telling tales and they rarely strayed from their...

Confessions for the Preacher Kind: Lyrics.

Touch the sky with a finger and your eye, Follow the horizon with the back of your hand, And when you finally meet the sunlight, You might just understand That this dog is mad, but she don’t bite no God damn man. And if you always ask for the truth, don’t be...

“HIV” – a poem for National HIV Test Week

HIVwedged into the bloat of Mankind, it lurkscoiled in the caverns of our insidesand it snares without hooks or nets or clampsuntil all of our blood is occupiedand bellowing out, breaths become a blinkground down by the weight of a dying heart’s pulse and snaked into...
The Curry Mile: a Series in the Making?

The Curry Mile: a Series in the Making?

I’ve lived in Manchester since 1990, which was the year my family moved from Blackburn in Lancashire to a suburb of South Manchester. Unbeknownst to me at that time, our new home was located in an area of the city which was also the home of the team behind...