Short Story
The Dead Come Out in Their Sunday Best
The ghosts come to him, at night, appearing in the room that was darker than the darkest mine shaft, as black as the top of
03/11/2024
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The ghosts come to him, at night, appearing in the room that was darker than the darkest mine shaft, as black as the top of
I find, more and more, these days that I am reading books by older (or, let’s face it – old) men. There was a time
The Fisherman Fugues Fugue 1 I think the old people still walk along the shoreline here, listening to the gentle lap lap of the wavelets
One of the reasons I went to Dublin was to undertake a Joycean pilgrimage and one of the places high on my list to visit
Back when I was a young man, a long time ago, growing up on the Coalfields of Northern NSW, seeing decent music meant making a
On the weekend of the 22nd and 23rd of October, I will be appearing a number of times at the IF Maitland Indie Writers Festival